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Welcome to Tatler. This site uses cookies to improve your experience and deliver personalised advertising. You can opt out at any time or find out more by reading our cookie policy. From Club 55 to Nikki Beach, these are the treatments that will have you looking ship-shape in the sun… Dr Galyna Selezneva (London’s best-known ‘Body Expert’) has a new trick up her sleeve: and Cristal ICE is just the thing for sculpting a tidy waist. The German-built – and therefore wonderfully efficient – device uses cryolipolisis to freeze unwanted fat cells on the abdomen (though it works beautifully on the backs of arms, inner thighs and love handles) – effectively killing them, before they’re evacuated via the lymphatic system. Best of all, it’s utterly bespoke: sessions are anywhere between 40-60 minutes, the temperature can be adjusted and the intensity dialed up or down, depending on the area, and patient, being treated. Results can be seen in as little as four weeks. Start now, and you’ll see a difference in time for the Ibiza closing parties. From £895 per applicator. At Dr Rita Rakus Clinic, 34 Hans Road, SW1. (Drritarakus.co.uk) Don’t commit to a high-cut swimsui...

I Stabbed My Face with Tiny Needles Hundreds of Times to Get Rid of My Acne Scars

About four months ago I was getting into the backseat of a taxi when I looked into the rear-view mirror. I always do this when I get into the backseat of any car. Call it vanity or call it OCD, but I hate having even one hair out of place or looking shiny from sweating out of my forehead, which, by the way, is the only real part of my body that sweats — thanks, genetics! But the only thing I could see that day in the mirror were two pitted acne scars staring back at me on my left cheek.  I walked around for the the next week trying to catch a glimpse of myself in any mirrored surface (including chrome surfaces and the reflection in the window surfaces of the E train). Sometimes I caught myself staring straight on at them, like giving them the stink eye was going to make them disappear. Sometimes I did a drive by, trying to avoid the inner monologue with myself all over again. I had noticed them in the mirror for years, sure, but something in me suddenly became obsessive about it. It was the one flaw I, for some reason, could not unsee. The closer I looked, the more I got upset. I even started avoiding different types of light that I knew were more likely to reveal these pitted m...