More Than Just a Massage: My Lymphatic Drainage Experience

Imagine being so relaxed. Your misuse thought you were dead. Because this is never just a massage. It's resurrection.

Imagine being so relaxed. Your misuse thought you were dead. Because this is never just a massage. It's resurrection. Look at me and my fake ass smile before. I don't even know who that was. All I know is being parked flat on this bed is what keeps her away. I've been here every two weeks for over a year. Yeah, I cannot explain what happens once I'm horizontal, but I think everyone deserves to be this unreachable. So I'm making this to visually explain a lymphatic drainage massage and facial. Because that sounds too normal for what actually happens. Because I know you're confused at what's happening right now, but this is the drain where every toxin and tension in my upper body are a victim. And there's always a lot because I have poor posture. Can't you tell? And I have ibs. So she gives me this for my. I feel like that alone shows you she is not masseuse. She is mother. Mother, healer, sculptor, Jennifer. I don't even know what to call her sometimes, but her hands I call sorcery. I could have sped this up. But real time is mandatory for you to see and maybe even feel what they be doing. Her expertise is honestly terrifying. She can locate headaches from three years ago and relieve grudges from my neck. I'm going to shut the up for a second because mother's hands are speaking. And scalping. When she starts massaging your head, you're in a sleep stage science hasn't even named. Not to mention her ear massages. I bet you you didn't even know that was a thing. But you do. And it's called an eargasm. The next clip. Okay, this one is like seeing the mechanics behind. I don't know, a miracle I don't even know how to describe, but her hands move like curses. As if that's not enough, her facials are anything but. I've said this before, but she never exfoliates my skin down to a new personality. There's not a peel, polish or punishment involved, not even a pop. In fact, you might think this isn't even a facial, but it is. Hers. Just starts with a massage. Not just on face, but neck, chest, armpits. Because apparently the face has upstream problems. And I won't lie, these problems hurt. But back to rum, because sleep is the best skin care. But below sleep is whatever this cooling machine is. All I know is that we only hydrate and soothe because panicked pores are oily pores. And would you look at that? That is what I call a facial. A proper head massage, a tough looking lymphatic drainage and what a real smile looks like.