I was at the hair salon the other day, sitting quietly while getting my hair trimmed, when a woman in her forties took the chair next to mine. As the stylists worked, she glanced over at me and said, “Oh, poor girl, such thin hair!”
At first, I tried to ignore her, thinking she might stop—but she didn’t. She kept repeating it, over and over, as if she were making some kind of public announcement.
Eventually, I’d had enough. I turned to her and said, “I was born this way—not everyone’s meant to have a horse’s mane. So what do you suggest? Should I shave my head and become a nun? Maybe you should learn a little tact.”
Then, with a calm smile, I added, “Oh, poor woman—so old and yet so ill-mannered.”
The entire salon went silent. You could hear a pin drop. The woman didn’t say another word after that.
But as I was leaving, I overheard her muttering to the stylist, “What did I say? Young people these days are so sensitive.”
I just smiled to myself—because sometimes, standing up for yourself is the best kind of beauty statement.