This $350 Facial Made My Entire Face Scab Over (but Now I'm Glowing)

I made my way over to Christine Chin's Lower East Side spa with visions of glowing post-facial grandeur. It was almost 4 p.m. (the time I was instructed to arrive, as I was warned that they are sticklers for punctuality), and I figured I'd be in, out, and home early. That's because I had no idea what I was in for.

Chin is a veteran in the industry, working with models like Gisele Bündchen, Erin Wasson, and Karolína Kurková for decades. But her facials are not for the faint of heart—Chin's spa is one of the few that centers its treatments around hard, old-school extractions and a "no pain, no gain" mentality.

I was brought into a treatment room, and one of Chin's estheticians began prepping my skin for the facial. After a cleanse, steam, and comfortable glycolic peel, Chin walked into the room and introduced herself. She was sweet and talkative—a far cry from the "Mean Christine" moniker she's earned from her cult following. She told me I had nice skin, "like a 21-year-old," she complimented. I was understandably proud (practically beaming) as someone with a few vices and an added seven years. She began microdermabrasion, a familiar procedure that removes the outer layer of dead skin cells on your face. Instead of just a quick once-over, Chin took her time, swiping and sucking the dirt and debris from every last pore, as she continued applying her glycolic peel. "This is a very important part of the facial," Chin says. "It leaves your skin looking radiant with a more even tone. See, dead skin cells often trap dirt and debris in pores, so removing them will definitely make your skin healthier." She did just the right side of my face and held up a mirror to show me the difference. My skin was a bit red but certainly radiant. "Awesome," I said excitedly.

She continued to prick, dig, and squeeze all over my cheeks, forehead, and jawline, cleaning each and every pore on my face with quick and intricate precision.

Chin got about halfway through before she showed me the mirror again. Up until then, I had been fine, in a little bit of pain, but nothing I couldn't handle. I looked in the hand-held mirror expecting to see glowy, rosy skin. Usually, that's why facialists have mirrors on hand. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw—blood, redness, and the end of Chin's needle of choice. Again, as I mentioned earlier, I'm a wimp. I shut my eyes as tightly as I possibly could and tried to forget what I saw. "I like to show my patients what I'm doing so they know the pain is worth it," she explains. Immediately, I felt a rush of dizziness and had to take a quick break. Christine and the two women assisting her couldn't have made me feel more comfortable—providing a cold water bottle, kind conversation, and space so I could get some air. To be honest, it seemed like I wasn't the first person to need a time-out from under the light.

Ten minutes and two water bottles later, I was ready to get back on the table. Chin worked quickly to finish up the other side of my face (there was less to do on the left side, as I hold my phone on my right, she reminded me). After everything was properly cleared out, Chin sprayed my face down with a healthy dose of her Hydrating Toner (she was disappointed when I admitted I didn't use one) and applied her signature green tea mask. It was invigorating and really cold, which was to help with swelling, so Chin left me to marinate for 20 minutes.