This week, I’m going in hard on the industry’s favourite safety blanket,
getting brutally honest about the emotional price of people-pleasing and
handing you five ruthless fixes to stop botching filler with your beloved blunt
stick.
Here’s what’s inside:
Now here’s where the cannula cheerleaders start gushing about how their blunt ends “slide past vessels” like some ballet dancer in a bloodless wonderland. But here’s reality:
In a cadaver study by Daines et al. (2016), injectors placed filler using both tools. The cannulas showed better placement in the intended plane. Why? Because sharp needles pierced straight to the bone and then back-tracked filler along the insertion track. The product migrated.
Cannulas? They glided through the fascia, respecting anatomical planes, with more uniform distribution.
So no—blunt ≠ blunt instrument. When done right, cannulas are surgical. The problem is most of you are using them like BBQ skewers.
Lower with cannulas. The blunt tip avoids nerve endings and causes less microtrauma.
Far lower incidence due to reduced vessel puncture.
Faster recovery. Patients often walk out looking presentable (instead of like they lost a bar fight).
They’re told:
Total bollocks.
So while the industry flogs tools, tech and gimmicks, you know what the best safety upgrade is?
Time. Reps. Practice.
Not a £997 cannula course with 1 live model and a certificate that looks good on LinkedIn.
Not the diagrams. The layers. The vessels. The variants. Relearn it every month.
Especially in risky areas. 0.1ml can destroy a nose. Why are you doing 0.5ml per thread?!
Cannula tip won’t move? It’s probably in the fascia or tethered near a vessel.
That’s what keeps people safe. That’s what saves faces—and reputations.
So here’s the final question, my friend:
Are you chasing the tool that makes you feel safer?
Or are you becoming the practitioner who is?
Choose wisely.
“I Want to Be Liked (But Complaints Break Me)”
Let me start with something I usually wouldn’t admit to a room full of colleagues:
I want to be liked. Not just professionally respected. Not just “oh, he’s decent.”
I mean liked-liked. Admired. Celebrated. F**king adored, ideally.
It’s why I work like an absolute demon.
That’s why I reply to DMs at stupid o’clock.
It’s why I undercharge.
It’s why I can’t sleep after a refund request.
It’s why a patient’s passive-aggressive comment ruins my whole f**king week.
Sounds pathetic, right?
But let’s rewind.
Confession Corner: It Started With a Turban School. That’s where this all began.
Imagine standing out from day one. Brown kid. Turban. Quiet. Smart but not loud about it. Easy pickings. I didn’t “fit.” So naturally, they came for me.
So what did I do?
Eventually, I flipped the script.
The bullied became the bully. Classic.
I went hard, because at least that gave me control. Power.
Didn’t feel great either side, to be honest.
But that planted the seed: you either get liked, or you get f**ked.
There’s no middle ground. So I learned how to adapt, how to read a room, how to say what people wanted to hear.
Later, when I became the “aesthetic guy,” the educator, the mentor—well, it
felt bloody incredible. I wasn’t just liked. I was wanted.
Delegates hanging off every word. Students quoting me.
“Harry, you’ve changed my life.”
It’s addictive. That kind of praise?
It’s heroin for people who didn’t get hugged enough.
Let’s not dress it up—there’s ego in this too. I like being the centre of attention.
Maybe it’s the ADHD. Maybe it’s trauma rewired into performance. Maybe I just like my own voice (actually I hate the sound of my voice). Whatever. It works.
Until it doesn’t.
The Flip Side: The Complaint That Cracked Me
Let’s talk Botox.
Perfect injection.
Accurate dosing.
Crisp result.
No bruising.
Textbook f**king outcome.
And yet—
“I want a refund. I don’t think it worked.”
I went into full collapse mode.
My brain:
“She’s crazy.”
“She’s ungrateful.”
“She doesn’t realise how much I care.”
“Am I actually shit?”
“F**k. I’m a fraud. They’re going to find out. It’s over.”
All that, from one sentence.
Because here’s the truth, I don’t often say out loud:
I’m terrified of critique.
I can handle pressure.
I can handle chaos.
But criticism? Especially when I know I’ve done my best?
That wrecks me.
And I stew. Quietly.
Pretend I’m fine.
Inside, I’m mentally setting fire to everything I’ve built.
Catastrophising? 100%.
Logical? Nope.
But welcome to my head.
I Overdeliver Because I’m Terrified.
You know all those students who say, “Harry gives more value than anyone”?
Yeah. That’s because I’m f**king terrified you’ll think I’m not worth it.
I’ll run over on training days.
Answer every message.
Give more resources than you’ll use in a year.
Offer payment plans I shouldn’t.
Say yes to stuff I hate.
Why?
Because if I can’t be liked, I’ll settle for being indispensable.
Wife calls me a lodger (coming in a later edition!) Not joking. She literally said, “You live here like a tenant. Gym, clinic, dinner, bed. We never speak.” She’s not wrong. I dread conflict so much I’ve built a life where I don’t have to talk. Just give, give, give until people leave me alone.
Vulnerability? Nah, Let Me Tell Jokes Instead People say I’m raw. Honest. Unfiltered.
Here’s the kicker: I’m also incredibly emotionally shut off. Ask my wife. She’ll confirm it before you finish the question. I don’t talk about my feelings. I don’t “process” things. I just joke about them. Sarcasm’s my suit of armour. If I’m outrageous enough, you’ll laugh.
If you laugh, you won’t look too closely. If you don’t look closely, you won’t notice that I’m actually full of f**king doubt. That’s my version of vulnerability—push people away just enough to stay safe. Teaching is My Safe Space You want to know why I love teaching? It’s not just the ego. Not just the stage.
It’s control. In the clinic, patients might argue, complain, ghost, or moan about £10. But in a training room? I’m in charge. I’ve put the reps in. I know the content. I control the environment. And after getting absolute dogsh*t training myself back in the day, I made a promise: No one who trains with me will leave feeling short-changed. Ever.
Because I know what it’s like to pay a fortune and learn f**k all. To get fobbed off with a CPD certificate and no confidence. That trauma still burns. So yeah—education’s my safe space. But it’s also my redemption story. But I Hate Difficult Conversations Here’s how you’ll know when something’s bothering me: I disappear. Text unread. Email flagged.
But because I just want it gone. Conflict drains me. I’d rather lose £300 than lose sleep. You too? The High-Functioning People-Pleaser It’s weird. Outwardly, I come across as confident. Decisive. Even controversial. But inside? I’m walking a tightrope every day trying to please everyone and avoid being disliked. And the irony? It’s made me both nicer… and better.
I give a sh*t. That’s why my clients stay loyal. That’s why students rave about me. That’s why people trust me. But the cost? Mental load. Undercharging. Saying yes when I want to scream no. I’ve refunded patients I shouldn’t have. Gave freebies when I was exhausted. Bent over backwards until I was horizontal. Because being seen as generous felt safer than being respected with boundaries.
Here’s what I’m learning (slowly, painfully, via therapy, coaching and lots of stewing-in-my-own-s**t moments):
It’s not being dramatic on Instagram. It’s saying, “That refund crushed me,” and letting people in—even if they don’t fix it.
For the Overconfident Cannula Crusader Who Thinks Blunt = Bulletproof
“Use It Right, or Don’t Use It At All”
Alright. You’re in love with your cannula. It’s pink, it’s blunt, it makes you feel invincible. But here’s the cold truth—if you don’t respect the damn thing, it’ll make you look stupid. Or worse—liable.
Here’s what to actually DO if you’re serious about reducing risk, not just reposting #safetyfirst graphics for the algorithm.
Yeah, I said it. Cannulas aren’t cheat codes. They’re tools—and some of you are shoving them into deep planes like it’s a kebab skewer.
DO THIS:
ASK YOURSELF: Would I still inject here if I had to use a needle? If not, why am I comfortable with a cannula?
You don’t need to dump 0.5ml of filler per pass like you’re icing a cake. Overfilling through cannulas is the fastest route to tissue damage and aesthetic failure.
DO THIS:
QUICK TIP: If your filler isn’t gliding, stop. Pull back. Reassess. Pushing = panicking.
Too many of you are relying on “feel.” No. You need visual feedback. Where’s the tip? Where’s the track?
DO THIS:
REALITY CHECK: You’re not sliding past vessels like Moses parting the RedSea. You’re more likely to jab into fascia blind.
You need an occlusion protocol ready before you start injecting. Not after your patient turns white and silent.
DO THIS:
ASK: Can your team describe the occlusion protocol without looking at acheat sheet? If not, train tonight.
Reading PubMed doesn’t make you competent. Repetition does.
DO THIS:
EXERCISE: For 1 week, inject every cheek on dummy heads without filler. Focus solely on plane navigation. If your cannula bends or snags—good. Learn.
If I banned you from using cannulas tomorrow… would your results suffer? If yes, you’re not skilled—you’re dependent.
Coming in the next brutal dose of truth…
Next week, we’re going deep on three things that have been quietly bleeding your time, money and credibility while the “Inner Circle” sips champagne in Dubai and tells you it’s all normal.
Let’s blow the doors off it:
“Two-Week Botox Reviews: Clinical Logic or Just Old Habits Dying Hard?” You’ve been told it’s the gold standard. It’s not. It’s lazy, fear-based, and borderline gaslighting. I’ll break down why automatic two-week top-ups are killing your margins, training your patients to expect freebies and weakening your results over time. Spoiler: NO MOVEMENT = NO MORE PRODUCT.
“The Inner Circle in Aesthetics: Support or Strategic Circle Jerk?” I’m done pretending the same 5 people reposting each other’s selfies is mentorship. It’s politics. It’s posturing. And it’s damaging the real injectors out there doing damn good work without clout or camera crews. I’ll tell you what happened when I realised I wasn’t being recognised—I was being recruited.
Five brutal, practical changes you can make THIS WEEK to reclaim your time, protect your clinical integrity and stop training patients to expect charity syringes. Plus: how to clean your social feed, your scripts and your own brain from the industry’s worst habits.