Strip Thermal Shape Singapore review: Can this non-invasive, body-firming treatment tone and shape your body?
Contrary to popular belief, there's a lot more to describe body fat than simply bulbous or bulging. In fact, if I'm being pedantic, I'd say it's a tricky, slippery thing — in a sense where it never goes where you want it to go (ass, boobs, thighs if J.Lo is your exemplar of a goddess) and, instead, situates itself in the most unseemly of places and stays put for years on end. You know the one — it's the budge-proof pooch that hangs over your jeans no matter the fitness regime and diet; the wobbly thighs despite countless of lunges; and the jiggly booty that still hasn't transformed into buns of steel no matter the amount of squats.
This, dear readers, is what we call stubborn fat. And while good nutrition, a consistent workout routine, and a heck lot of self-love is sure to chip away at those areas and insecurities in due time, it certainly helps to have a little extra push. In this case, it's thermal shaping treatments. Designed to help break down stubborn pockets of fat, they also claim to tone muscles, reduce the appearance of cellulite, and give you the physique you so (rightfully) worked for. Intriguing — especially because it's non-invasive. With my interest piqued, I approached Strip to see if they have any similar treatments in their arsenal. As it turns out, they do. Meet Strip's Thermal Shape.
In line with other shaping treatments in the market, Strip Thermal Shape targets those hard-to-tone troubled spots by utilising technology that breaks down subcutaneous layers of fat. Translation: a weight loss procedure it is not. Instead, it increases the body's natural detoxification process, which means emulsified fat cells are eliminated at a more rapid rate than before. Non-invasive and with a minimal downtime required, it is recommended that you complement it with a regular exercise routine to see optimal results. Sounds pretty doable, if you ask us.
At the risk of sounding biased, I've never had a bad experience at Strip. And so, I entered my treatment room feeling well-at-ease, shrugging out of my clothes and laying back as my therapist patiently detailed the procedure to me. First things first, there are two main technologies that go into this: Ultrasonic Cavitation and Thermal O2. The former employs low-level ultrasonic waves to break down fat circles into liquid. No discomfort is expected, though they do wield a cooling gel that is pretty squirm-worthy. The latter, on the other hand, uses a combination of radio frequency, vacuum suction, and heat energy to boost circulation and enhance the body's natural detoxification process. This could result in slight aches and pains, though I'm reassured that I'll get used to the sensation quickly.
As promised, I didn't feel much during the first part of my treatment. Cooling gel aside, it simply felt as if I was getting a massage, albeit with a slight ringing in my ears throughout. This is normal, apparently, and was more of a mild annoyance than it was actually discomfiting. Then the Thermal O2 portion began. Picture a pulsing, warmed rod being kneaded into your skin — not painful per se, but it's not an experience I would willingly repeat. I felt tense and twitchy throughout, with the throbbing intensifying at my leaner areas, such as along my hipbone and by the side of my thighs.
Still, I got used to it eventually, and even found myself drifting off towards the end of the procedure. It'll be remiss of me not to point out that this might be, in part, due to my high pain threshold. I have three sizable tattoos in what are considered to be typically sensitive areas (ribs, back) and was relatively unfazed throughout the process, too. All in all, though, I'd take the heating rod over the tattoo needle any day.
In all honesty, I didn't feel much of a difference within the first two days. Not much aftercare was required, and other than some light bruising, there weren't any other discernable effects. Things only started to kick in around the end of the week. After a sweaty, entirely torturous (but rewarding) spin class at Ground Zero, I noticed that my love handles were a little less prominent than before. My thighs, too, had a little more definition. It's not likely that I'll be singing 'Bootylicious' at the top of my lungs anytime soon, but I did feel a tad bit more confident with all my, uh, jelly. And isn't that what it's all about?