The next day at my post-op appointment, Stevens cut me free from my anesthesia- soaked bandages and sent me home to shower, a most-welcome event. After ogling my bruises, which looked like hickeys from aliens, I rubbed on some arnica cream to help them disappear faster.

I strapped myself back into compression pants (you have to wear them for at least a week to help with swelling and the healing process), put on my boyfriend jeans and headed to work. Luckily, the leaking had mostly stopped for me, so I no longer needed to wear padding. Still, I did have some residual anesthetic leak through my pants at the office. When my coworker alerted me of my "accident," I tied a sweater around my waist, like I was back in high school, trying to hide a period mishap. My post-Cellfina recommendation: wear really dark pants. Or do as other patients do and wear padding for a few extra days to absorb the combo of blood and anesthesia that comes out.

I expected to be sore for the next few days, but most of the pain came during that first night -- and wasn't even that bad. It felt like the equivalent of "leg day" at the gym. Speaking of which, you aren't allowed to work out for a few days after, so your body can heal. As someone who sticks to a pretty consistent CrossFit routine, this was the biggest annoyance of the entire experience.

On day nine, I went in for a second follow-up. Though I was still covered in bruises, Dr. Stevens was happy with the results. "Would you mind if I wrote a nine on your butt?" he asked me. This is probably the weirdest question I've ever been asked, but at that point it was hard to surprise me.

The number was to designate in the after photo what day it was in my treatment, so it really wasn't that odd a question (though the nine did linger on my now supersmooth booty for a few days). In just a little over a week, my butt and thighs were much smoother -- even when I clenched -- a miracle no amount of squatting could have achieved. And, said Dr. Stevens, things were only going to get better.

Seven weeks after the procedure, I went in for another follow-up. The bruising was long gone, and my backside was looking better than ever. I had gone down an entire cellulite level.

Still, the best was yet to come, Dr. Stevens assured me. It takes a full six months for the body to completely heal from the procedure -- and to see the final results.

For me, yes. Absolutely. The procedure was minimally invasive and I didn't have to take any time off from work. (However, it should be noted that it is pricey, costing $3,000-$6,000, depending on how many areas need to be treated.)

Six months post-procedure, the dimples on my derriere that I was so unhappy with now look significantly better. I was worried about what other people would think when they found out I essentially had plastic surgery (hey, mom, hope you're not having a heart attack right now) -- but then I thought, who cares? While I didn't let my embarrassment over my cellulite take over my life, I was definitely self-conscious about it.

No matter how many squats I did or how much spinach I ate, those dimples never went away -- and, they never would have, according to Dr. Stevens. The only real way to fully get rid of cellulite is to sever the connective bands that cause the dimply texture. AKA, Cellfina -- my savior.

One word of caution: The areas treated with Cellfina won't develop cellulite again (the FDA has only cleared it for two years, but 96 percent of patients are still satisfied at three years), but you can develop new cellulite in other places.

With less cellulite, I feel like I've been given a second chance at the butt of my dreams. I'm even more motivated keep shaping my rear into tip-top, perky condition (alas, while Cellfina does indeed get rid of dimples, it doesn't automatically give you a pert booty). Excuse me while I go do some lunges.