I'd tried just about everything for my upper arms. Exercises, firming creams, even those cheap arm wraps from Amazon that never seemed to stay in place. I considered professional treatments too, but the prices were enough to put me off. Eventually, I stopped trying. I became the woman who always had a cardigan nearby, even on the hottest days.
When my daughter showed me Mellmora, I wasn't convinced. I'd already spent enough money on things that promised the world. But I liked that I could wear the sleeves while having my morning coffee or getting things done around the house. No complicated routine, no extra trip to the gym.
A few weeks later, I found myself looking at sleeveless dresses again. I even picked one for my niece's wedding, something I'd avoided doing for years. And for once, I wasn't spending the whole evening worrying about my arms or reaching for something to cover them.
It felt good to stop letting my arms decide what I could wear.