Top Lipedema Specialist: “This Is the Fastest Way to Move the Fluid Out of Your Hips and Thighs After Menopause, for Good”
She's had lipedema since puberty. Then menopause hit and her hips and thighs ballooned. Here's what nobody tells you at the clinic, and the 15-minute trick that finally stops it swelling back up by morning (works alongside your compression, no appointments needed)
I'm about to make myself very unpopular with every lymphatic clinic and device company selling to women like us.
Because what I'm about to share could cost them a great deal of money.
But I don't care.
After menopause hit at forty-nine and my thighs ballooned so fast that in three years I'd gained more from the waist down than in the previous thirty...
After drainage that felt wonderful on the table and left me exactly where I'd started by the time the week was out...
After the vibration plate that's still under my bed. The dry brush. The pneumatic compression pump, twice a day, every day, for years. The custom flat-knit garments at eight hundred dollars a pair. The calcium D-glucarate, the glutathione, the milk thistle. The keto. The gluten. The dairy.
And a doctor who told me to give it time, that this was just menopause and it would settle down.
It doesn't settle down. And I found something that changed everything.
And if you're reading this with your compression already on, with the drainage booked for Thursday, already knowing where you'll be by Saturday...
The next five minutes could be the most important you spend on this condition.
My name is Dr. Grace Faris.
I've been a certified lymphedema therapist for twenty-four years.
And I have lipedema. My mother had it. My grandmother had it. My sister has it. I've had it since I was twelve years old.
I'm not standing above you explaining your own body to you. I'm in it with you.
And I'm about to tell you what nobody at the clinic will, because there's no money in it.
But first, let me tell you about the morning I looked down and didn't recognise my own thighs...
The Night Everything Changed...
It was a Sunday, just after ten at night.
My sister Ruth called me from her bedroom floor, sitting in a pile of every pair of trousers she owns.
Not crying. Sobbing. That flat, worn-out sound a person makes when they've run out of everything.
She had a wedding the following Saturday. She'd spent an hour pulling things on and off and nothing would go past her thighs. Not the ones she bought in April. Not the ones that hung loose on her at Christmas.
“I can't do this anymore, Gracie,” she said. “I'm fifty-six and I'm sitting on the floor because nothing fits, and the things that do fit hurt to sit down in.”
Ruth is two years older than me. She has the same condition I have. Our mother had it. Our grandmother had it.
And I sat there on the other end of the phone.
Useless.
A lymphedema therapist who couldn't help her own sister.
I'd given her everything my training had to give. The compression. The pump. The drainage. The diet. The exercises she can't physically do anymore.
Nothing held for more than a few days.
The experts weren't any better.
- Her drainage therapist? A hundred and fifty dollars a session, once a week. It felt wonderful on the table. By Wednesday she was back where she started.
- Her doctor? Told her it was menopause, that she should give it time, and that it would help if she lost a bit of weight. To a woman with a diagnosed connective tissue disorder that does not respond to weight loss.
- The surgeon? Twenty thousand dollars for liposuction. Out of pocket. Not covered. And no promise it wouldn't come back.
- The vibration plate? Every honest expert who sells them will tell you the same thing: the benefit comes when you exercise on it. Squats. Lunges. On the plate. Ruth cannot do a squat. Neither can most of the women in my clinic. That machine was never built for us.
That night, something in me snapped.
I have watched this condition take my grandmother, my mother, and now my sister. And I was not going to sit on the phone and listen to that again.
I went to war with everything I thought I knew about this condition.
The Mind Blowing Discovery
For the next four months, I lived like a woman possessed.
I devoured every study I could find. I emailed researchers in Germany and in Brazil. I sat in on webinars at eleven o'clock at night. I paid for journal access out of my own pocket and I went back through twenty-four years of my own case notes looking for what I had missed.
And what I found made me want to put my fist through the screen.
The entire lymphatic industry is built on a lie.
A lie that keeps you booking, keeps you buying, and keeps you exactly as swollen as you were the week before.
Here's what they don't want you to know.
Your problem was never the fluid.
It has never, once, been the fluid.
Every single thing you have ever been sold moves fluid. The massage moves fluid. The plate moves fluid. The brush moves fluid. The garments hold fluid. The pump squeezes fluid.
And not one of them, not a single one, does anything about why the fluid stopped moving on its own.
That's why none of it ever held. That's why you feel wonderful on Tuesday and you're back where you started by Friday. That's why I could do everything right, as a specialist in this condition, and still watch my own body come apart at fifty-one.
We are all treating the puddle. Nobody is asking about the pump.
And the real cause is so simple, so obvious, that I've had it printed in my own certification manual since 1998.
You were born with a lymphatic system that leaks. But you always had a pump keeping ahead of it. Menopause took the pump.
Let me explain...
The Real Root Cause of the Fluid in Your Hips and Thighs
Picture the lymph vessels in your thighs like a tube of toothpaste with a one-way cap.
Nothing comes out of a toothpaste tube on its own. It doesn't matter how good the tube is. It doesn't matter how full it is. It sits there until something squeezes it.
Your muscles are the hand doing the squeezing.
Every time a muscle contracts, it squeezes the vessels running through it, and the fluid gets pushed up and out. The one-way valves stop it sliding back down. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release, all day, without you thinking about it once.
Your lymphatic system has no heart. Your muscles are the only pump you have ever had.
But here's what happens at menopause...
Estrogen falls. And estrogen is what holds your muscle on. So the muscle goes with it.
Then your thighs get heavier, and they hurt, so you move less. And every month you move less, the muscle goes a little quieter.
The hand squeezing the tube goes limp.
And the biggest muscle in your entire body, your glute, sitting directly on the drainage route for your hips and thighs?
It's the first one to go.
The lymphatic industry KNOWS this.
Every therapist in the country learns on day one that the lymphatic system has no pump and that muscle contraction is what moves it. It is in my own certification manual from 1998.
But here's the kicker...
There's no money in fixing it.
Why?
Because the solution is too simple. Too cheap. And it would empty half the drainage clinics in the country.
You can't patent a muscle.
You can't bill a woman a hundred and fifty dollars an hour to switch her own glute back on.
So they keep you on the hamster wheel:
Massage to move the fluid → Compression when the massage wears off → A plate when the compression stops holding → Supplements when the plate does nothing → Surgery when you're desperate enough → Repeat until broke
It's brilliant, really.
If you're the sort of person who looks at a swollen fifty-six year old woman on her bedroom floor and sees a subscription.
The 15-Minute Fix Hiding in Plain Sight
Remember my sister Ruth on that bedroom floor?
Six weeks later she wore trousers to that wedding. Not the elasticated ones. The ones with a zip.
No appointments. No liposuction. No standing on a machine.
Just fifteen minutes a day of something so stupidly simple I'm embarrassed it took me twenty-four years to find it.
To move the fluid out of your hips and thighs, you have to do TWO things at once:
CONTRACT — the muscle has to actually squeeze the vessel. Not vibrate near it. Not get rubbed by somebody else's hands. Contract.
REPEAT — it has to happen again, and again, and again, every single day. Because your pump was never designed to run for one hour on a Tuesday. It was designed to run all the time.
Miss either one and you are wasting your money.
That's why the drainage never holds. It contracts nothing. Somebody else's hands are doing the moving, and the moment she stops, so does the fluid.
That's why the plate does nothing. It shakes. It doesn't squeeze. And every honest expert who sells them will tell you the benefit comes from exercising on it, which is the exact thing your legs will not let you do.
That's why the compression doesn't fix it. It holds. It doesn't move.
And that's why the gym is no use to you either. You cannot contract a muscle four hundred times in fifteen minutes when it hurts to stand at the sink.
You need both. Every day. Without having to move.
And that is exactly what I went looking for.
Introducing the Device That Actually Moves the Fluid
It's called Novu. They're EMS shorts.
And they are the only thing I have found in twenty-four years that delivers both requirements for moving the fluid out of your hips and thighs.
EMS stands for electrical muscle stimulation. A muscle contraction is an electrical signal, that's the whole thing, and EMS sends that signal from outside the body.
This is not new and it is not exotic. Every physiotherapy department in this country has used it for decades. It's what we strap on you the morning after a knee replacement to stop the muscle wasting while you can't move the joint.
They look like ordinary black bike shorts. There's a small controller that clips at the waist, no bigger than a TV remote. The pads sit over your glutes and your upper thighs, exactly where your drainage route runs.
TRUE CONTRACTION that squeezes the vessel itself. Not vibration near it. Not somebody else's hands on top of it.
HUNDREDS OF REPETITIONS in fifteen minutes. More than your glute has managed in a year.
NO MOVEMENT REQUIRED. Your knees, your hips and your pain don't get a vote.
Both. Synchronised. Automatic.
You literally just put them on, press one button, and let it work.
No appointments. No copays. No driving anywhere.
Just your glute finally doing what it hasn't done since you were forty-eight:
SQUEEZE. RELEASE. REPEAT.
And I want to be clear about something, because I'm not asking you to abandon anything.
Keep your compression. Wear these underneath it, or before you put it on, it doesn't matter.
Keep your drainage if you love it, and plenty of women do.
Keep your diet, your supplements, your hormones, all of it.
This isn't a replacement for your management. It's the thing your management has been missing.
Here's Exactly How It Moves the Fluid in 15 Minutes
0-3 Minutes: The Wake-Up
The first pulses go straight into the gluteus maximus. Not the skin. Not the fat. The muscle underneath it.
You'll feel a strong buzz, then a squeeze, like a muscle cramping but in rhythm. Most women turn it straight back down, and that's exactly what the levels are for.
For a lot of women this is the first time that muscle has properly fired in years. You may find you feel it on one side more than the other. That tells you something.
3-12 Minutes: The Pump
This is the part that does the work.
Your glute is now contracting and releasing, over and over, hundreds of times. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release.
And every single contraction squeezes the lymph vessels running underneath it and pushes the fluid up and out, and the one-way valves stop it sliding back down.
That's the toothpaste tube. That's the hand doing the squeezing.
In fifteen minutes, your glute will do more contractions than it has managed in the last twelve months put together.
12-15 Minutes: The Cool Down
The intensity drops away and the muscle relaxes.
And here's the part everyone else misses. You have not just moved fluid. You have used the muscle.
The massage moves fluid and leaves your muscle exactly as asleep as it found it. That's why you're back where you started by Friday.
This has worked the muscle. And a muscle that gets worked starts waking up on its own, which means it starts pumping again in your ordinary day, when you're standing at the sink doing nothing in particular.
After fifteen minutes?
You'll be sore in the glute tomorrow. Properly sore. In a place that hasn't done anything in years.
Not “relaxed,” like after a massage. Not “held in,” like compression.
Sore. Which is the first proof you've had in a very long time that something down there still works.
“But Won't It Hurt?”
This was my first question too, and I want to answer it properly, because I know what your legs feel like.
Lipedema tissue is tender. Mine is. Somebody presses my thigh and it hurts, and I don't need a stranger telling me otherwise.
So the idea of sending an electrical current into it frightened me, and I nearly didn't try.
Here's what actually happens.
The current isn't going into the tender tissue. It's going into the muscle underneath it.
That's the whole point of EMS, and it's why the pads sit where they do. The fat is not being squeezed, pressed, rubbed or kneaded. Nothing is being pushed through the painful tissue, which is exactly what makes a bad massage feel like being beaten up.
The muscle underneath contracts. The tissue above it goes along for the ride.
What you feel is a squeeze, like a cramp in rhythm. Strange for the first minute, and then quite satisfying.
And you start on the lowest level. There are a lot of them for a reason.
If it hurts, turn it down. That's not a warning, that's an instruction. This should never be painful, and if it is, you've gone too high too fast.
The Results That Have Drainage Clinics Scrambling
Read that again.
Electrical muscle stimulation beat the hundred and fifty dollar hands-on drainage. In a randomised trial. And it wasn't close.
In the last 18 months, over 41,536 women have used Novu Shorts.
The results?
94% report their thighs feel lighter within 21 days
89% say sitting down stopped being uncomfortable
81% are back in clothes they'd stopped wearing
76% have cut back or stopped their drainage appointments
Check out what women are actually saying:
Denise K. — Sacramento, CA
“Thirty years I managed this. Then menopause, and eighteen months later I didn't know whose thighs those were. My doctor said give it time. He said it three years running. Nine weeks with these and I got in the car on Saturday and just sat down. Didn't shift around, didn't brace on the door. Just sat down. Nine weeks.”
Margaret T. — Toledo, OH
“I want to be fair, because I know I'm supposed to say something enthusiastic. The first two weeks I felt nothing at all and I'd already decided to send them back. What changed my mind is that I've been paying six hundred a month for drainage since 2019 and every Friday I was back where I started. I haven't been to the clinic since March. The underwear I bought before menopause fits again. At my age, that's not nothing.”
Ruth P. — Boise, ID
“They wanted twenty grand to suck the fat out of my legs and wouldn't promise it'd stay out. I bought a pair of shorts for a hundred and fifty and I've been sat on the sofa in them watching my programmes like an absolute queen. Wore jeans to a wedding last month. With a zip! I nearly took a photo of the zip.”
This Is Making Me Unpopular With My Own Profession
After Ruth got her trousers on, word went round the family fast.
Our cousin Carol called me. Then Carol's daughter, who's thirty-one and already watching it start.
Then it came into the clinic.
A woman I've treated for six years asked me what I was doing differently. So I told her.
Three weeks later she came in and said her underwear wasn't cutting into her thighs anymore. She'd bought it two weeks before menopause and hadn't been able to wear it since.
That's the sort of thing that gets said in my treatment room. Nobody says “I've lost inches.” What they say is:
“I wore jeans.”
“My underwear stopped cutting into me.”
“I walked my granddaughter to the school gate and I didn't have to think about it first.”
Small things. Which, if you have this condition, are not small at all.
And then a colleague pulled me aside at a conference.
Somebody I've known for fifteen years. Her whole practice is manual drainage.
“Grace, you're telling women they don't need to come in every week.”
I said, they don't.
She didn't say anything for a moment. And then she said the quiet part out loud.
“Do you know what that does to a practice?”
I do know. I've run one for twenty-four years. Mine closes in the spring, so it costs me nothing to say this.
And I'd rather my sister could get her trousers on.
How I Ended Up Involved With These People
After a year of watching what these shorts did for the women in my clinic, I wrote to the company.
I expected marketing people. What I got was a conversation with the engineers who built the thing, and they wanted to know what I was seeing in my treatment room, in detail, for two hours.
Nobody in this industry has ever asked me that. In twenty-four years, not once.
I now sit on their medical advisory board. I'm the only lymphedema therapist on it, and I am there because I asked to be.
That's how much I believe in this.
The Price That's Going to Upset a Few People
Let me show you what it actually costs a menopausal woman to keep the fluid out of her hips and thighs.
The Drainage Route:
1 session a week = 52 sessions
$150 a session
Total: $7,800 a year. For one hour of pumping, and 167 hours a week without one.
The Clinic Route:
Emsculpt, or one of the other machines that contracts the muscle for you
$1,500 a session, four sessions a course
And then maintenance, every few months, forever, or it goes back
Total: $6,000. And then $6,000 again. And then $6,000 again.
The Surgery Route:
Liposuction: $15,000 to $25,000
Almost never covered
Usually more than one round
And no promise it doesn't come straight back
Total: your savings, and a coin flip.
The industry loves these options.
Know why?
Because you keep coming back.
More sessions, more money. Relief that lasts four days is a customer for thirty years.
And the clinic machine is the cleverest of the lot. It works. It genuinely works. And it stops working the moment you stop paying, because four sessions is four contractions, and your pump needs four hundred.
It's a goldmine, built on women who have been told since they were twelve that this is their own doing.
But here's what really annoys them...
The Novu shorts contain the same technology as the machine in the clinic.
The same EMS. The same contraction. Delivered to the same muscle.
That machine costs a clinic forty thousand dollars, and they charge you fifteen hundred a session to lie underneath it.
I'm telling you because my sister called me from her bedroom floor at ten o'clock on a Sunday night and I had nothing to give her.
Because Denise spent six years being told to lose weight by a doctor who never once looked at her lymphatic system.
Because there's a thirty-one year old girl in my family who is already watching it start in her thighs, and I am not letting her spend the next forty years the way her mother has.
So here's the deal:
The regular price is $279.99.
Already less than two sessions with your drainage therapist.
But that's not what you'll pay today.
The 46% Off “In Your Face” to the Clinics
Remember my colleague at that conference? The one who wanted to know what this does to a practice?
My clinic closes in the spring. Twenty-four years, and I hand my last patients over in March.
So they can't sack me, they can't uninvite me from anything I still care about, and there is not one thing left that they can take from me.
Which means I get to do this.
For the next 72 hours, Novu are running a summer sale. 46% off.
That's right.
Just $149.99.
Less than ONE session with your drainage therapist.
Less than a tenth of a single Emsculpt appointment.
Less than the flat-knit garments you'll have to replace again next year anyway.
For the only thing I have found in twenty-four years that actually turns your own pump back on.
Why would I do this?
Because every woman who gets her clothes back on is a woman who stops booking appointments she can't afford, for relief that was gone by Friday.
But there's a catch, and it's a real one.
This 46% goes back up in 72 hours.
After that it's back to $279.99, which is still a steal, but it isn't this.
And this matters: they are not sold on Amazon. There are a great many cheap imitations on there that buzz on the surface of your skin and contract absolutely nothing, and if you buy one of those you will conclude, wrongly, that none of this works.
The only place you can get the real ones is through the official page below.
My Personal 60-Day Guarantee
Guarantee
Look. I know exactly who I'm talking to.
You've been burned before.
You have spent money on things that promised you your body back and delivered you a box in a cupboard. The plate under the bed. The supplements in the drawer. The brush you used twice.
So here's my promise.
Try the Novu shorts for 60 days.
Wear them every single day. Twice a day if you want to.
Feel the muscle contract. Feel the soreness the next morning. Feel your thighs stop being tight when you sit down.
And if you don't put your hand on your thigh one day and realise it doesn't feel full of fluid anymore...
I'll refund every penny.
No forms to fill out. No “store credit” nonsense. No questions asked.
Just email [email protected] and say “it didn't work.”
They'll send a prepaid label, and your refund hits within 48 hours.
Why am I so confident?
Because in 18 months and 41,536 women, the return rate is 0.4%.
That's four women in a thousand.
And one of those sent hers back because she'd ordered the wrong size and didn't want to wait for the exchange.
The Choice That Will Define Your Next Decade
Right now, you're at a crossroads.
Path #1: Keep Doing What You're Doing
Keep booking the drainage you can't really afford. Keep feeling wonderful on Tuesday and back to square one by Friday.
Keep living in PJs.
Keep buying underwear and finding out two weeks later that it's already tight.
Keep pulling on shorts that used to be baggy and being uncomfortable when you sit down.
Keep being embarrassed to leave the house because nothing you own fits.
Keep being told it's just water weight and it'll settle down eventually.
And keep watching what happened to your mother happen to you.
Path #2: Try Something That Actually Moves It
Spend less than one session with your therapist.
Switch the pump back on. Fifteen minutes a day, in your own house, in a pair of shorts, while you get on with your evening.
And find out what your hips and thighs feel like when something is finally moving the fluid every day, instead of for an hour on a Tuesday.
The choice seems fairly obvious to me.
Here's Exactly What to Do Next
Click the big yellow button below that says “Check Availability Now →”
- Choose your package (Pro tip: get two. One pair on, one pair in the wash. And if your mother or your sister has this, you already know she needs one too. You'll save more.)
- Fill out your shipping info (We ship same day if you order before 3 PM EST, next day otherwise)
- Wait 3-9 days for it to arrive
- Put them on the moment they land. Fifteen minutes, sitting down, wherever you happen to be
- Email us your “this actually worked for me” moment. Seriously. [email protected]
But whatever you do, don't close this page thinking “I'll order later.”
Later is another summer in trousers.
Later is another wedding you go to in the elasticated skirt.
Later is another photograph you make sure you're at the back of.
Later is another Friday back at square one after Tuesday's appointment.
Later is another year of the biggest muscle in your body going quieter, while you pay somebody else to do its job for one hour a week.
Later is the discount expiring.
Your pump has been switched off long enough.
Click below and go and switch it back on.
With love,
Dr. Grace Faris, CLT
Certified Lymphedema Therapist
Founder, The Lipedema & Menopause Clinic
P.S. — Ruth just texted me a photo from a garden party. She's in a dress. A DRESS, with her legs out. Eight months ago she was sitting on her bedroom floor in a pile of trousers that wouldn't go past her thighs, telling me she couldn't do this anymore. That could be you by autumn. But only if you do something about it today.
P.P.S. — The Novu shorts use the same EMS technology that physiotherapy departments have used for decades. It isn't a gadget and it isn't new. It's just never been put in something you could wear.
P.P.P.S. — Please don't buy the cheap imitations. There is an enormous amount of rubbish out there that buzzes on the surface of your skin and contracts nothing at all. My patients arrive having wasted money on them constantly, and then they decide none of this works. If you cannot feel the muscle physically squeeze, you have bought a toy.
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