Taken from life. “For them I was only an old woman with varnish”: and I just wanted a moment for myself

I just wanted to do something for myself. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/48a23d/620x0/1/0/2025/03/29/jmqyhszqpakykkhlpir alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (161,148,140,1)" > < p > after so many years of work, concern for home, children, grandchildren … I wanted to feel a woman for a while, not only duty.

< p > When I entered the living room, I felt a familiar smell of nail polish, coffee and perfume.

< p > I smiled at the beautician. < p > — & AMP; BDQUO; I have free today. Maybe some nails to improve mood ? &

< p > I sat down. There were two young girls next to me. They laughed. Loud.

< p > I thought it was a simple conversation. < p > only after a while I realized that M & Amp; Oacute; I have about me. < p > — & AMP; BDQUO; see, has come so old and wants to make nails. What is her ? & < br />& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; BDQUO; Maybe he has a date ? or pension celebrates, haha! & Amp; Rdquo; < br /> & amp. & AMP; BDQUO; some & oacute; re really should know when to stop pretending to be young. ” < p > I blinked. I didn't look at them. But everything in me squeezed like a trap. Suddenly I felt out of place. Uninvited. Foreign. < p > I began to wonder: did I dress badly ? or m & oacute; j the coat is too old ? or my wrinkles are too striking ?

< p > The beautician invited me to the chair. My hands were trembling so much that I almost dropped my purse. She asked if everything is all right.

< p > I smiled artificially.

< p > — & yes, only & hellip; You know, I don't think I have a mood today. < p > I left. I didn't look back. But inside & Hellip; I was broken.

< p > not because someone laughed at me. But because a woman can do something so cruel — just because it is older. < P > They forgot that they would be at my age someday. They forgot that the beauty salon is not only come to the nails — But after a little dignity. I was not & oacute; I was there.

< p > but the next day I bought a new varnish. And in the evening, with a glass of tea, I painted my nails myself.

< p > because I didn't do it for them. I did it for myself. < p > and although my heart was still hurt, I knew one thing:

< p > My value does not depend on what m & oacute; have young voices behind my back.

< p > she depends on whether I can still look in the mirror and say:

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; You are important. You're beautiful. You are yourself. & Amp;