I’m a longevity doctor — 3 peptides that can help you live longer

Where can I get these peptides?

Semaglutide prescriptions have spiked globally, and, in addition to your doctor, are now available through sites like Hers, Hims and Ro, though Aziz stressed the importance of receiving a prescription from a medical doctor.

Certain peptides aren’t FDA-approved and are therefore not available at regular pharmacies just yet, which has led to an increase in “gray market” sales, primarily from southeast Asia.

Thousands of buyers are injecting themselves with compounds they’ve purchased online for a fraction of the price they would pay from an above-board doctor. And they’re turning to sites like TikTok and Reddit for guidance on how to administer them.

“People have to know when they buy it online that these are for animal research, or for research studies, and they may not be getting the real thing,” Aziz warned.

Some “research chemical” websites market their products as lab use only, but consumers who can’t afford brand-name peptides aren’t deterred by the labels. “They may be getting a fake thing, or they’re not getting anything at all, and it’s not safe for injections.”

As The Post earlier this year, the price differences can be massive: A month of name-brand GLP-1s can cost $1,000, and telehealth companies sell compounded versions for $300 to $400. Gray-market suppliers, meanwhile, may offer a year’s worth for $100.

It might be more costly, but Aziz urges users to work with their medical providers to figure out a safe protocol that works for your budget and body.

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