By Elizabeth Moore
I used to never wear sandals, or any open-toe shoes, for that matter. It wasn’t because I didn’t think they were stylish – I do.
It’s because I was terrified that people would notice my toenail fungus.
I don’t know how it started, but one day I looked down and there it was, right on my big toe: an ugly smear of dark green, right under the toenail.
It was gross – and I wanted to make sure no one ever saw it. Ever.
That’s why I made sure that every pair of shoes I had came with thick, closed toes. I always wore socks – always. I had a pathological fear that something strange and accidental would happen – my shoe would fall off, someone would ask to see my feet, who knows – and my secret would be exposed to the world.
And, of course, going swimming or doing anything barefoot was right out. I wouldn’t even dip my toes in the water at the beach.
Unfortunately, my plan to keep my shameful secret hidden all came crashing one day due to a most unlikely culprit: my 9 year old son.
His science class was learning about fungus. And guess what he decided to tell them?
I was mortified. Granted, it was a class of 9 year olds. But what about the teacher? And what if they told their parents?
I knew right then I had to get this problem under control. There’s no reason why my life should be so affected by a little thing like nail fungus.
Unfortunately, I quickly learned that nail fungus is a hardy little bug. It resists all sorts of cures, and trust me, I tried them all – pills, serums, even lasers. None of it worked. I was afraid it was only going to make the fungus angry.
But come on – it’s the 21st century. Shouldn’t we be advanced to the point where we can handle a little thing like toenail fungus? It seemed wrong to me – and I felt like there had to be a better way.
So I kept looking – and trying treatments. It got to the point where I’d buy something, feeling resigned to the fact that it wouldn’t work. But I had to try anyway – just in case.
Then one day, something remarkable happened. You know how my son had blabbed about my problem to his science class? It turns out, I owed him an apology.
You see, apparently one of his classmates told his mother about my problem, and she found me at the next Parent’s Day at school.
The conversation was mortifying – how do you respond to, “So you’re the one with the fungus problem?” But then she leaned in close and whispered something I’ll never forget: “I used to have that problem, too.”
Used to. She used to have that problem. So what did she do?
I swear, I would’ve tackled that woman if she had tried to leave without sharing her secret. I had no idea what it could be – some top secret new formula? A painful surgery? My mind immediately swirled to all sorts of magical possibilities.
Heck, I would’ve considered amputation at that point.
It turns out, however, that her “secret” was right under my nose the entire time – a product I’d never tried called Zetaclear.
To be honest, I was kind of disappointed at first. That’s it? Just another fungus product? But then I went online and read some reviews and saw some pictures of results.
This stuff had worked on problems way worse than mine. I was definitely interested now – and they had a money-back guarantee, so there was no risk.
I ordered a bottle and it came in the next few days. Again, there was nothing special about the bottle. I don’t know what I was expecting – maybe a jewel-encrusted case? – but it looked very simple.
All you do is use the nail applicator to treat the affected area. The applicator lets you really target the fungus, too, even if it’s down deep in there. The serum is clear and doesn’t stink, which is nice – but let’s face it, I would’ve put up with a little bit of stinkiness to solve my problem.
I kept applying it every day, almost absent-mindedly. Again, I didn’t really expect it work. Why should it? Nothing else had.
But then one day, a week or two after I’d started, I noticed something amazing: the fungus was beginning to recede.
It wasn’t a huge difference, and maybe no one but me could’ve noticed it, but the point remained: it was working.
It sounds ridiculous to say that I was jumping for joy over a little thing like some dead fungus, but you don’t understand: I’d been trying to fix this problem for a long, long time. And I had finally found something that worked.
Over the next month or so, I watched as the fungus kept shrinking. It went from a blob to a spot to a tiny little dot. And it sounds strange, but I would get thrilled when it came time to clip my toenails – more fungus gone!
Until one day it happened – I looked down and I couldn’t see it anymore. It was gone.
You know what I did to celebrate? You guessed it – I went to the mall, and when I left, I had 3 pairs of sandals and an adorable pair of peep-toes to show off my newly-pedicured piggies. I had to make up for lost time, you see.
And I haven’t even mentioned one of the best parts! I had always thought that yellow, thick toenails was just a thing that happened as you aged. After all, almost everyone I knew, including my husband, had them.
Apparently not. The Zetaclear took care of that as well! Now my nails are clear, clean, and beautiful. (Needless to say, I’ve got my husband using Zetaclear now, too.)
If you have nail fungus, you don’t need to be embarrassed anymore. You don’t have to hide it behind hot, uncomfortable shoes. You can live life free and easy, without worrying that your “secret” will become public knowledge.
Zetaclear is not an overnight solution – but it really works. Don’t waste any more time and money on “miracle cures” that you see online or the internet. Use something with powerful, proven, FDA-approved ingredients.
After all, it’s sandal season again. You don’t want to miss another one.
To learn more about Zetaclear and find out about some real-life transformations, click here to see for yourself.