The Femme Files

I Dabbled in the Wonders of Milky Foot

My feet wrapped in Milky Foot

I am really lazy when it comes to my feet. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE pedicures; in fact, they are probably my number one favourite beauty treatment. But, on the whole- lack of time and lack of funds, generally means my beauty regime is relegated to a good quality cleanser and moisturiser. My desire to look good and feel good is in distinct contrast to my desire to invest in such luxuries. This is why my feet are often in a state of disrepair. This – coming from a girl who became so desperate to fix her cracked heels she invested in that cream you see all the ads for in Chemist windows – only to have her boyfriend chuck it out as it reminded him of his Grandma. Awesome.

Hence , the current state of my feet has been for a while – unsightly.

That is until I stumbled upon a little sensation called Milky Foot. I found the miracle that is Milky Foot – after I witnessed my flatmate, slosh around her bedroom- her feet ensconced in a plastic bag of liquid. This – being the same flatmate who manages to transition from winter boots to summer sandals in a flash without worrying about her cracked, dry and let’s be honest- malnourished looking feet. 

The premise of Milky Foot is simple. Peal open a plastic bootie filled with liquid- pop your foot in- place an old sock over the plastic bootie and sit for an hour. A few days later – and your dry skin is suppose to magically peel off.

To be honest – I still hadn’t seen results after a few days and was beginning to think I was one of those unique test bunnies that products just didn’t work for. Being the naturally impatient girl that I am – I was about to give up – that is until a week later my skin started peeling off. To call it peeling would be a gross understatement. I was shedding layers before my eyes – to the point where walking around the house bare foot was a no go, unless I wanted to shower my carpet with snow. Milky Foot makes you lose a SHOE SIZE in dead skin. This process, as a whole, is gross- but in that secret “I love peeling whole layers of skin off my feet” gross, not vile.

And just as I was telling my colleague about the shedding process and how unsightly my foot looked at that moment- I unveiled my foot to show her and was met with the glossiest- most radiant foot since Babylon. It was indeed a moment and my colleague-somewhat smitten with the glowing ray of light that was my foot- hopped along to get her own Milky Foot booties.

Am I sold? Absolutely. A pedicure- without the awkward manic exit from the beautician to your car – complete with $2 fluorescent thongs- I like it.

Do my feet still glow? You bet.