My journey with the Lyma Laser began on a facial bed, a luxurious experience akin to a Spaghetti Western. Known for his unique skincare approach, Ivan Pol, nicknamed “The Beauty Sandwich,” introduced me to this whispered-about European beauty secret. The Lyma Laser, utilizing medical-grade technology similar to what you’d find in a dermatologist’s office, had just been approved by the FDA for US sales. While I’d dabbled with lasers in the past (a quick pulsed dye laser to treat broken capillaries, ouch!), the idea of self-zapping at home seemed daunting. But, as the whispers about Lyma’s effectiveness grew louder, I decided to take the plunge.
The Lyma Laser promises to tackle all your skin concerns—wrinkles, elasticity, texture, and tone—within 12 weeks. Its high-caliber claims are matched by a hefty price tag of around $2,700, including two complementary skincare products: a mist and a gel. Celebrities, like actress Carey Mulligan, are smitten, even buying it as a reward for winning an Oscar. Unboxing the Lyma felt like a lavish experience in itself, with sleek plastic boxes and detailed pamphlets (though, I admit, I only skimmed the instructions, ensuring it was fully charged before my first use).
Following the online tutorials, I began my routine. First, I sprayed the 100% concentrated oxygen mist on clean, dry skin. Then, I applied the glide gel, reminiscent of conductive gels used with other devices. After a week, I was enjoying the warmth of the daily Lyma glow. My mornings included a 15-minute session, gliding the device along my usual facial massage paths, feeling like I was getting a two-in-one laser and massage treatment. I eventually ditched the gel, finding that a face oil provided a smoother glide.
While I wasn’t noticing dramatic changes in my skin yet, the experience itself was grounding. I found myself savoring the time, focusing solely on my skin and not rushing through my routine. By week three, I shortened my sessions to 10 minutes, dedicating the last five to spot treatment of sun damage and acne scars. This personalized approach felt particularly effective.
The Lyma’s claim to fade hyperpigmentation without downtime or pain intrigued me. Hyperpigmentation is notoriously stubborn, usually requiring multiple sessions of intense lasers like Moxie or Clear & Brilliant, which come with numbing, peeling, redness, and downtime.
Week five marked a turning point. People began complimenting me, asking what had changed. I could only attribute it to the Lyma. The device had accompanied me on trips to three countries (a great time-fill and a conversation starter during flights), and I believe it helped combat jet-lag-induced dullness. My sunspots showed signs of fading, and my skin appeared plumper and brighter overall.
My under-the-sink graveyard of skin-care tools—vibrating pucks, radio-frequency spheres, and suction cups—had promised similar results, but none had delivered quite like the Lyma. After 13 weeks, the Lyma remains a staple in my morning routine. As long as my sunspots continue to fade and the compliments keep coming, this high-tech beauty tool will have a permanent place in my skincare arsenal.
