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? It’s the tasteless green floor.
Sitting down, the fattest I’ve ever looked, larger than when I was factually 20kg heavier. A tall blonde, here 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.
It’s not uncommon for beauticians in Latvia 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]