7 reasons women on GLP-1s are choosing Miyora for after-weight-loss skin

I lost 47 pounds on Wegovy between January and August. My drawer has SIX creams in it — La Mer, Augustinus Bader, the Charlotte Tilbury one everyone's obsessed with. None of them touched what was happening to my face.

Miyora was the first thing that felt like it was actually built for ME. Not for a 32-year-old influencer with bouncy collagen. For a 53-year-old woman who got healthier and then watched her face try to catch up.

Six weeks in, the skin under my cheekbones doesn't have that hollow shadow anymore. I still see fine lines — I'm not pretending they're gone. But I look like myself. That's the part nobody else was selling.

5 minutes every 10 days. That's literally it.

I do it Sunday nights with my dishwasher running and a podcast playing — it's become this weird little quiet moment of my week. My husband walks past and says 'doing your thing?' like it's a yoga class.

Here's what changed first: my foundation stopped catching. You know how at the end of a long day, your makeup starts to settle into the lines around your mouth and you look like you've been through it? That stopped happening after about 3 weeks.

That's a small thing. But it's a small thing that happens to me every day.

Okay full transparency — the first two sessions I thought 'this is doing nothing.' I literally said out loud in my bathroom, 'I've been scammed.' (My dog did not respond.)

Session 3, still nothing. I almost emailed asking about the 90-day guarantee. I'm so glad I didn't.

Session 4, my husband (who has never once commented on my skincare in 22 years of marriage) said, 'Your eyes look less tired.' I went and looked in the mirror like he had given me a Powerball ticket.

He was right. Not dramatically. Just less of that bone-deep exhausted look I'd been seeing in every photo since I lost the weight.

Let me describe my actual skincare history: I have bought the 8-step Korean routine TWICE. I followed it for maybe 4 days each time. I have a graveyard of half-used serums in a bin under my bathroom sink that probably has more market value than my car.

Once every 10 days is something I can actually do. It's on my Google Calendar between 'book club Tuesday' and 'haircut every 6 weeks.'

I'm 14 weeks in and I haven't missed a session. That's actually the most surprising part to me. Not the way my skin looks — the fact that I stuck with it.

I'm 49 and my foundation had started sitting on my face like cake icing. You could see every single line. There's this specific line that runs from my nostril down to the corner of my mouth — my mother had it, my aunt has it — and makeup would gather there like a tiny river.

After 3 sessions, the foundation actually melts in. I'm not making this up. The river is still there, but the makeup doesn't pool in it anymore.

I took a picture at my niece's college graduation last month and I didn't delete it. That hasn't happened to me in three years.

I lost 62 pounds on a GLP-1 over 16 months. My doctor was proud of me. My husband was proud of me. My A1C dropped from 6.4 to 5.3. I should have been the happiest woman in my zip code.

And I was. Mostly. Except for the face in the bathroom mirror at night that I didn't recognize.

Everyone kept telling me 'you look amazing' and I kept thinking 'do I though?' My cheeks looked sunken. I looked like a balloon two days after a birthday party.

Miyora gave me something to actually DO instead of just spiraling at 11pm under the bathroom light. Eight weeks in, my face just looks less depleted. Like I caught up to my body.

After Mounjaro I lost 51 pounds. I'm 60. My cheeks went hollow and I lost the curve of my jaw — the one that had been there my entire adult life.

I had a consultation booked for filler at a med spa. The price quote was $4,200 for a 'full face refresh.' The day before the appointment, my daughter sent me a Miyora ad and said 'try this first, mom. Please.'

I cancelled the consultation. That was 19 weeks ago.

My face still looks like MY face. Just less depleted. I haven't rebooked with the med spa. I'm not saying I never will — but I'm not in a panic anymore.

I'll be honest — first session I was nervous about the microneedles. I read 'micro-tip' in the instructions and immediately Googled 'does Miyora bleed' (it doesn't). I was being so careful I barely pressed at all. I basically pet my face with it.

By session 3 I figured out the right pressure — firm but not aggressive. After that, the texture change came pretty fast.

My only real complaint is I wish the kit had come with a 2-minute video tutorial. A QR code on the box pointing to a 'how to use it for the first time' video would have saved me 40 minutes of anxiety.

4 stars because the kit needs better onboarding. 5 stars on the actual product.

66 years old. Widowed. Lost 35 pounds on Zepbound after my husband passed because grief is its own appetite suppressant.

I am not trying to look 30. I am not trying to compete with my daughters-in-law. I am trying to look like I slept.

After 8 weeks of Miyora, I look like I slept. My oldest son came for Sunday dinner last week and said 'mom, you look good.' He didn't elaborate. Sons don't. But he hasn't said that in two years.

That's the entire review.

I'm an ICU nurse. I work 12-hour shifts, three days a week, and most weeks I am too tired to wash my hair on day 4. I do not have time for skincare 'rituals' — that word makes my eye twitch.

Here's what I do: Saturday morning, before my husband is awake, I make a cup of Trader Joe's pumpkin spice coffee and I do my Miyora session at the kitchen island while I scroll the news. The whole thing takes me less time than it takes my coffee to cool down to drinking temperature.

Results? My skin feels less paper-thin under my eyes. I notice it when I take my mask off at the hospital — that area used to feel raw and it doesn't anymore.

My younger sister Diana bought Miyora three months before I did. Every time we got on the phone she'd say 'have you tried the Miyora yet?' until I started avoiding her calls a little bit.

I finally caved at Easter when she pulled out her phone and showed me photos from a year ago vs. now. I bought a kit out of pure family pressure that night.

Now I'm the one telling people. The line that runs down the side of my nose that I'd been seeing for two years isn't gone — I want to be clear about that. But it's noticeably softer, and my makeup doesn't pool in it anymore.

Diana, if you're reading this: you were right. Stop bringing it up at family dinners.

I deleted the photos from my 25th anniversary dinner because I hated my face in them. My husband took 14 pictures and I deleted every single one before we even left the restaurant.

I sat in the car in the parking lot crying. He didn't understand. He kept saying 'you looked beautiful.' That made it worse. Because I knew he was being kind, and I knew I didn't believe him.

That was the rock bottom moment. I lost 38 pounds on a GLP-1 and I had become a woman who deleted photos before leaving restaurants.

I'm 4 months into Miyora now. My husband took a picture of me at brunch last Sunday — sun coming through the window, no makeup — and I didn't hate it. I didn't post it. I'm not there yet. But I didn't delete it.

That sounds like a small thing if you've never deleted a photo of yourself. If you have, you understand.