I've always had pretty rough feet, and recently I thought it was time to finally give them some loving.
Like most women, my feet can get pretty gnarly. After all, they spend most of the day either squeezed into heels, or shoved into sweaty sneakers. But with summer in full swing, I’d rather not be showing off my cracked heels and callouses every day.
Your feet carry you through your day, squished into pointy-toed heels, sweating in hot, heavy work boots or walking around on flat, worn-out soles. Most people take their feet for granted until pain or problems, such as blisters or calluses, develop.
But it’s important to be kind to your feet and take care of them before problems arise and to treat existing problems before they limit your ability to do your everyday activities.
Your feet age, the skin gets dry, wet, rubbed and irritated.
So when I heard my colleagues were looking for a guinea pig to try Peachi, a cult-favorite foot exfoliant that claims to get rid of decades-old calluses and dead skin on your feet, I quickly volunteered as tribute. I cannot express how impressed I am after my first try of the Peachi sock, I'm obsessed with this beauty product. Here's what happened when I put it to the test:
I started by soaking my feet for about 15 minutes in a hot bath. After drying off, I cut the top off the gel-filled booties and slipped my feet inside, securing the top with the enclosed tape strips. Then I put my feet up for an hour and spent some QT with my Netflix queue. After 60 minutes, I rinsed the gel off my feet.
Pro tip: Pee and gather up anything you’ll need in the next hour before popping the booties on; walking around in them is slippery business. If you absolutely must get up, pull a chunky pair of socks over the booties. But still, take it slow.
Then came the hard part—the waiting. The instructions say your feet will start to peel in two to three days, which is pretty much an eternity. If you’re impatient, like me, it’s during this time that you’ll worry that the whole thing is a con, and that the photos you see online, where skin is falling, zombie-like off feet, are doctored.
Hang in there, because when I woke up on day three—right on schedule—and looked down, I saw IT HAD BEGUN. Two quarter-sized patches had begun to slough off my left heel, and the ball of my right foot sported a similar-sized strip of dangling skin. My fingers itched to peel the skin back further. In trying to hurry things along I pulled up some skin that hadn’t been ready to come off yet. (The peeling doesn’t hurt at all; its just like plucking off bits of skin post-sunburn).
The next morning (day four, if you’re counting), even more skin was fleeing my foot. It wasn’t until later that afternoon, after an hour-long run in 98 degree sun, that I hit the motherlode. The sweat and friction from the run had the skin separating from the rest of my body like a molting snake. Now that I was in full-peel mode I could help things along, tugging inches-long pieces of skin off my sole in a vaguely hypnotic trance. Afterwards, I needed to vacuum the floor around me (don’t judge).
The next few days weren’t as dramatic. The magic moved up to the tops of my foot, and even my toes peeled. There were a few patches on my heels that didn’t want to come off on their own, but they scrubbed off easily with a washcloth in the tub.
It’s been about 7 days now, and I’d say I’m 90 percent done shedding—for now. But my feet look and feel so much smoother than when I started this experiment. So long, calluses! I'm once again ready for strappy sandals—although I think another round of Peachi Sock is in order once the summer is over.