Aloette Visible Aid Cream

 I can remember the day my sister handed me a tube of Aloette Visible Aid Cream like it was yesterday. I read the words printed on it aloud and in the form of a question. She responded by reminding me for the seven dozenth time that she loves the way I say "cream".

Then she explained, "This stuff is magic. Put it on your skin. Say 'cream' for me again."

I was initially skeptical, but once she informed me that it was made with certified organic aloe and was paraben free, I was ready to try it. But not just then. Not in front of her. This had to be a private moment. I'd always foolishly exposed myself to buckets of parabens and uncertified aloe, to varying degrees of satisfaction failure, and I felt a measure of excitement I couldn't put into words even in my native tongue.

So I treasured it away in my carry-on bag and protected it ruthlessly during my journey halfway across the country. I even let out a low growl when a TSA agent opened my bag and gave it the stink eye. "It's only two ounces!" every fiber of my being hissed under every fiber of its breath.

Once settled in at home, I locked myself in the bathroom with a lone candle burning and stood solemnly in front of the mirror, clutching the tube and regarding my reflection for a moment. I slowly began to twist off the cap when I realized that I was going into this adventure without having even read the directions!

I turned the vessel of visible aid over in my palm and immediately realized the fine print was impossible to read by lone candlelight. Devil! I was going to have to storm this castle blindly. I took a jagged breath, and removed the cap with a flourish. It flew across the room and plonked against my rubber ducky (don't judge). But I couldn't stop now, so I deftly squoze one and one half velvety dollops onto the back of my hand.

I briefly considered tasting it, or putting it into my eye - but then I remembered how the last time I did that I was full of regret. I gave it a healthy sniff. Pleasant. Next, I rubbed it against my skin and watched it disappear. "How does science do that?" I mused briefly, before realizing that my hand was now both soft and not greasy.

"MAGIC!" I bellowed into the air as I held the cream aloft. "FROM THE PORES OF THE VERY GODS TO MY LOWLY, YET NOW SUPPLE EPIDERMIS!"


But, in absolute seriousness, I hate smells and I hate lotion. This cream is pretty delightful. I did an experiment with it. I applied it to the back of my left hand for a full week, twice a day.  After two days, I was kinda freaking out at the difference in texture between the two hands. It was as though light was reflecting off it differently. Even after stopping the experiment, I could still see a change in the skin on my left hand, more than a week later.

I also put in on the back of one of my son's arms, since he has dry skin which manifests in tiny bumps. Two days in, I could feel a definite difference. After a week, almost all of the bumps were gone. Of course, I probably won't waste this lotion on my child's arm bumps. I'm not that good of a mother.

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