I wish I didn't have to write this review, but this is for all those people who don't appreciate themselves and wish to be someone else. I bought a cream maybe around last February - a cream which promised to lighten my skin to a much beautiful tone than what I already had. I wish I could reverse everything, but unfortunately I can't.
So, I went up to the guy at the counter asking for a bleaching cream. He looked in his back room, turned around and dropped it on the counter. I forget what the cream was, but I didn't want it. I asked for a much stronger bleaching cream and got Movate. (I don't even like mentioning the name, I've so emotionally scarred.)
Anyway, I decided to try it out. I rubbed it all over my body and face, hoping for the best - actually, wrong word, "knowing" the best would happen. I guess I thought - knew - wrong. Sure, after 2 weeks, I saw remarkable results. My face was a beautiful shade lighter. Then, I woke up one morning. I got up to go to the bathroom. Then I saw my face in the mirror. I knew it couldn't be, but there was no one beside me and I live alone. I was shocked. Staring back at me was a disfiguration. A girl with black blotches all over her. I was so upset. I cried and cried. I cried myself to sleep every night, though I had gone to see a dermatologist, who told me that I was very lucky to have seen him so early. If I had waited any longer, for sure, I would have died. I don't want to think about it, though.
I don't think people should be selling this kind of stuff. If the government knows it's wrong, why isn't he doing anything about it? We, the citizens, must sit there and watch everything go wrong. I was just so upset and emotionally distraught for about a week, but, working together, my dermatologist and I soon found a solution. I couldn't be happier. My skin looks great. I got my tone back and just have to thank God for all he did for me.