I finally have a regular tub (not a giant pretentious unmanageable coffin) and I am about to hit you with bathing ancestral knowledge.
Today, I am teaching you the art of the Moroccan scrub.
It is one of the few things that I keep from my Moroccan grandmother who used to bathe and scrub the hell out of me with HER BARE HANDS (who needs a scrubbing glove when you have such formidable hands!)(She was not the delicate type. She was a worker, my grandma, and she had these giant strong raspy hands…) I would leave half of my skin in the bath and adored it.
Since then, I’ve replaced my beloved grandmother’s touch with a Moroccan glove. It’s quite amazing, and no one really knows how to use it except me (okay maybe I’m exaggerating), so here is how it goes.
1/ Go to your local Moroccan market and get a kessa glove. You can find them everywhere online! This one in the photo is from Nerra.
2/ Draw a very warm bath. Put absolutely no soap in it! No soap, no salts and for the love of God, no bubbles.
3/ Vegetate in it for about ten to fifteen minutes, do your manifestation visualizations (or scroll on TikTok).
4/ With a defiant look in your eye, put your glove on.
5/ That’s where the grandma technique comes in. Do not scrub like a maniac. Start gently rubbing your skin.
6/ At first, nothing will come out.
7/ Slowly, you’ll start seeing dark peels come out of your skin. Keep gently rubbing.
8/ Don’t forget your feet, the back of your ankles, under your breasts, under your arms, your groin, behind your ears, your neck. Call your husband, or you mum, or the hot neighbour to do your back.
9/ By now, a full rain of dead skins should have fallen in your bath. It will look gross and you’ll be shocked by the water colour, but that’s what bathing is for (we’ve established that sex is actually tedious in a tub)(don’t start me on Saltburn, I’ll never be able to unsee it).
10/ By now your skin should be rosy and you’ll feel brand new. Take a nice shower and cover yourself in body oil.
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You’re welcome.
Actually, stop thanking me. Thank my grandmother, a woman who loved me with all her precious and generous heart.
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Yay ! Finally someone explains how to do this !
I got scrubbed in morocco but have never figured out what i m not doing right ?:))
Summers spent at the old family beach house, and my Russian grandpa scrubbing my arms vigorously with his rough but gentle hands…salt, sand, and a days worth of hard playing down the drain… so lucky to have this reminder of him every time I bathe and scrub my own arms! Minus the ever present sand at the bottom of the old claw foot tub…