Monday, May 30


On Saturday I went to see my hairdresser, a tall blonde woman who always wears sneakers. It’s a new place, crowded with good looking people, and when I see their beauty I am able to relax. My hairdresser always asks me if I want tea or coffee, but if feels as if she’s asking me something profound. Luckily she never asks me about my life, my current job, my holidays. She washes my hair while she’s completely silent, and this is what I like. For a while I felt vain for investing in my own beauty, and even wondered if it was still there. But in a way I am investing in self-love, which is essential, even if your beauty fades.