Hairspray and High Heels in a Post-Soviet Town

Do I have to leave my coat there? Can I take my phone? I can? Good.

Seeing myself slowly nearing the chair. Why does this feel like the green mile? Itโ€™s the tasteless green floor.

Sitting down, the fattest Iโ€™ve ever looked, larger than when I was factually 20kg heavier. A tall blonde, hereย to make me feel worse about myself, takes out my hair band and has a quick ‘flick’ through my hair.

“What wanting today?” asks the thick Russian accent.

Itโ€™s not uncommon for beauticians in Latviaย to be Russian. I speak to her in English. She was born and raised here, but when the Soviet times ended she gained a non-citizenship passport.…   [continue reading]