Microneedling.
Ezgi, wait, what?
Are you going to talk about microneedling now?
If the path is wholeness, then everybody must come. Not only some who are already on the path. But everybody.
And you will know why in a minute.
The darkness is really dark. To brighten up a dark room, we have to turn on the light. So many candles we need. Not just a few. Many, many candles that nobody’s breath will be able to blow out. Undeniable brightness. That’s how you end the darkness. Not by only pointing at it, protesting for it, but by turning on the light. Many, many candles.
Microneedling. Tiny needles create thousands of controlled micro-injuries in the skin. The body notices the injury and says: Something is damaged here, repair it. It sends blood flow, inflammatory signals, collagen-building activity, and healing mechanisms to the area.
The entire treatment is built on one undeniable truth:
The body already knows how to heal.
The procedure is not creating beauty on its own. The needles are not intelligent. The body is intelligent. The treatment works only because the body has a regenerative response already built into it.
Instead of supporting the body’s natural balance, the industry provokes the body through injury, panic, inflammation, stripping, burning, peeling, puncturing, then celebrates the healing response that the body itself performs afterward.
So the logic is:
We damaged the skin… and look how amazing the body repaired itself.
In other words:
Let’s wound the skin so the body is forced into emergency repair.
This is an insult to the body’s intelligence. Instead of trusting and supporting the body’s regulatory systems, it overrides them with controlled trauma to extract a cosmetic response.
A tree is healthy and capable of growth. But instead of nourishing the soil, watering the roots, protecting the ecosystem, someone cuts the bark on purpose so the tree rushes repair chemicals to the wound.
Yes, the tree repairs itself. But the healing came from the tree, not from the injury.
Don’t ask me about the other procedures. Dermaplaning. Radio frequency. Botox. Fillers. At-home devices. Collagen supplements. Creams. Retinols.
Please don’t ask me.
Ok…
Dermaplaning → physically scraping away layers from the skin surface.
Radio frequency → heating tissue to trigger tightening and collagen signalling through stress.
Botox → partially paralyzing muscles, so expression lines stop forming.
Fillers → artificially adding volume beneath the skin.
Retinols → speeding up cellular turnover through irritation/stimulation pathways.
Strong active creams/acids → create visible change by chemically forcing the skin’s natural processes “exfoliation, oil production, inflammation, and pigmentation” into a stressed adaptive response.
At-home devices → external stimulation (light, microcurrent, heat, vibration, electricity) attempting to “optimise” skin function.
Collagen supplements → trying to compensate internally for perceived decline externally.
Because the body is no longer trusted to maintain itself naturally.
Can you not see?
Now this is a very, very dark room.
What I know in my heart to be true is that you do not brighten up darkness only by pointing at it, protesting for it. It does not work. I grew up in a very passionate family. I spent my whole life since I was a little girl protesting for unity, peace, and freedom for all back in my other home Turkiye. It did not work. I got sick. Ms My mother: Cancer Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma. My sister: Breast cancer. My dad finally broke a few years ago. But I am not entirely unhappy about this one. He had to learn to mediate to save himself. He did it for us. My sister and I. And now I have a dad who mediates for 3 hours a day! You have no idea what that means for me!.
Mom is gone, and three of us are still standing.
The only way to brighten up the dark room is to turn on the light.
To be the light. To do the things. To create something so beautiful that one day no one will be able to ignore.
So I want to talk to the person who booked the microneedling appointment, the beautician who took the course and applies this to her clients.
I want to talk to you.
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Himm…
Wait. Don’t answer. Let’s go back in time.
You, as a baby, did not look in the mirror and dislike yourself. A two-year-old you did not stand in front of a mirror and find a flaw. The dislike is learned, layered in over the years, and by the time you are grown, you cannot remember a time before it. So when you look in the mirror now, you are not seeing your face. You are seeing every comment, every comparison, every glance, every silence, every magazine, every moment you were measured, all of it layered on top of the reflection. The mirror is just the surface where all of that becomes visible.
The self gets outsourced very early. Somewhere in childhood, a person learns that their value is decided by someone outside of them. A parent’s approval. A teacher’s attention. A peer group’s acceptance. The child learns to watch the faces of others to know if she is okay. This is called survival. Children cannot survive alone, so they become exquisitely tuned to whether the adults around them are pleased. Over time, the inner sense of I am okay gets replaced with they are telling me I am okay. The authority moves outside the body. By adulthood, she no longer knows how to feel okay from the inside. She needs the mirror, the comment, the look, the like, the partner, the room to tell her. The mirror is one of the instruments she uses to ask the outside world: " Am I still okay? “ And the mirror, being a flat surface that only shows surface, can only ever answer in the language of surface.
The face becomes the report card. For girls especially, the face becomes the place where worth is calculated. Not the heart. Not the mind. Not the hands. The face. She learned this before she could read. She watched which women were praised, which were ignored, which were dismissed, which were chosen. She learned her face was the document that would be evaluated her whole life. So when she looks in the mirror, she is not looking at her face. She is reading her report card. And no one can look at their own report card without their stomach tightening.
The body remembers every rupture. Every time she was made to feel less, her body felt it. A boy at school who laughed. A mother who criticised her own face in front of her, teaching her by example that women look in the mirror to find what is wrong. A friend who got the attention she didn’t. A husband who stopped looking. These do not stay as memories. They stay as a felt sense in the body. A tightness, a flinching, a bracing, that activates the moment she stands in front of the mirror. She thinks she is reacting to her face. No. She is reacting to a lifetime of ruptures that her face has come to symbolise.
And underneath all of it, there is a self that was never allowed to be loved as it was. An original self, the one that existed before the comments, before the comparisons. That self was never fully welcomed. It was edited, shaped, polished, made acceptable. So now, when she looks in the mirror, the original self is not there. She is looking at the edited version, and even the edited version doesn’t feel like enough, because the editing never ends. There is no final form that will be allowed to rest. The work of being acceptable is endless. And underneath the exhaustion of that endless work is grief.
Grief for the self that was never simply loved as she was.
The discomfort is not about the wrinkle. The discomfort is the absence of an inner home. When a person has not built an inner home, a steady, settled sense of self that does not depend on the outside, then any perceived flaw becomes destabilising. There is nothing inside to hold her. So a wrinkle is not a wrinkle. A wrinkle is a crack in the only structure she has, which is her appearance. Of course, she rushes to repair it. She is not repairing her face. She is trying to keep the structure from falling because she has no other structure to stand in. I am not saying I have the inner home fully built. I am with her on this, still building it up day by day.
That is why “just love yourself” never works. You cannot love yourself by deciding to. I tried. It doesn’t work. You love yourself by slowly, patiently building the inner home that was never built for you. By learning to be the authority on your own okay-ness. By feeling the original self again, the one underneath the editing. By letting the body discharge the old ruptures so the mirror stops activating them. By choosing rooms where you are allowed to exist as you are, so the nervous system finally learns it is safe to be seen.
Homeostasis of the skin and homeostasis of the self are the same movement.
The body returning to balance. The self returning to its own centre. You cannot have one without the other. The skin will not regulate while the nervous system is still being told, a hundred times a day at work, at home, in friends’ circles, that who she is, is not enough. The body hears that. The skin hears that. The inflammation hears that.
I am not asking you to accept the wrinkle. I am offering you another structure to stand in, so the wrinkle stops being so overwhelming.
Because if it is overwhelming, booking the appointment is itself a relief. The microneedling, the Botox, the fillers, they give the nervous system the feeling of I am doing something about this.
Patience requires sitting with the distress. Nobody teaches patience. So you reach for speed because you want to end the discomfort. The procedure is not really about looking younger. It is about not being cast out. It is about being allowed to stay in the room.
And the medical framing creates false safety. A clinic, a white coat, a machine, a needle, a protocol, these signal this is serious, this is science, this is safe. The body relaxes around medical authority. Holistic methods, by contrast, are framed in the culture as alternative, which the brain hears as uncertain. So even when the procedure is more aggressive, it feels safer because of the packaging. This is misinformation, but it is misinformation wearing a lab coat, which is much harder to see through. A medical procedure did not heal me from MS. Meditation healed me. Holistic methods are not alternatives. They are the real thing.
And here is what happens down the line after the first appointment.
You book the appointment again, and again, and again. Because nothing was ever restored. You were only ever wounded and repaired. The skin never returned to balance. The first healing response is not real healing. It is a puncture, and the body’s emergency answer to a puncture. The underlying state of the skin: its homeostasis, its regulation was never addressed. So the problem comes back. It has to. The skin is not in balance. Of course, it will keep producing the same signal. And you will keep going back. Will you keep going, forever, to appointments that wound a skin that was never out of intelligence, only out of balance? Instead of restoring the balance?
You were never offered another model. Almost no one has heard a coherent explanation of homeostasis as a path to beauty. Almost no one has been told that the body, in balance, does not produce the problems the industry sells solutions for. This is the absence of the information. With my brand, I am on the path to being the voice. I know most people choosing the procedure are not rejecting the holistic model. They have never heard of it.
So let me show you.
If you do not apply anything to your skin, what does the body do?
It produces sebum. It maintains a microbiome. It adapts to its environment, to the seasons, to the sun.
These three things are the entire system. And the holistic path is to support them. Not override them. Not replace them. Support them.
Sebum. Your skin’s own oil. The protection, the moisture, the seal, the integrity of the surface. Stop stripping, interrupting it. Support the body to produce its own again. Every cleanser that strips, every product that signals to the body you have too much oil, every aggressive treatment teaches the skin to either over-produce or shut down. Restore the signal of safety, and the sebum returns to its own intelligent rhythm.
Microbiome. The first line of defence. The intelligence living on the surface of your skin, deciding what passes through and what does not, protecting you from every kind of environmental signal. Feed it. Do not kill it. Living formulations like our elixirs, they feed the microbiome. Synthetic preservatives, alcohols, and actives, these kill it. When the microbiome is fed, your skin’s protection comes from the skin itself. Not from a product. From you.
Seasonal adaptation. Do not hide from the sun. The body needs sunlight to regulate itself, to run hundreds of physiological processes. Sunlight is part of homeostasis. The skin is meant to adapt. Plants adapt, you adapt. In summer, the Sun Elixir supports the skin’s own adaptation to the sun. In winter, the Winter Solstice Balm supports the shift the body is already making toward the colder season. You are not fighting the season. You are moving with it.
So start with the Flow Ritual and add your seasonal adaptation later, the Sun Elixir for summer and Winter Solstice Balm for Winter. Send signals of safety, balance, nourishment and the body will respond.
If you send signals of injury, panic, stripping, the body responds to that, too. The skin is reading you every day. What are you teaching it?
And this path requires patience.
Not because the method is slow or weak. Because homeostasis is a return, not a fix. The body has to be given long enough to remember itself.
And while the body is remembering, you cannot stay in rooms that activate it a hundred times a day. You cannot heal while your nervous system is being told constantly that who you are is not enough. So stop giving your power to the voices. Recognise the conditioning as conditioning. Let the body rest long enough to actually rebalance.
There is no other way.
This is not one option among many. The other path is not another path. It is manipulation. It is the body being overridden. It is a wound dressed up as a treatment.
There is only this. Support the body. Restore the balance. Trust the intelligence that is already there.
Are you consistent? Are you on it? Are you supporting the body every day, with patience?
That is the question. That is the only question.
There is no it didn’t work. There is no other way. There is only you, and whether you stayed on the path long enough for the body to remember.
Many, many candles. That is how you brighten the darkness.
And a note to Ezgi, since I have been speaking for so long.
Ezgi: We are not living in the times when people had to suffer to speak their truth. You do not have to burn on the way. It is working. Your voice is heard. Enjoy your life and continue to speak.
with all my love,
Ezgi
Ezgi