At seventy-five, you should accept your \u201cgolden years,\u201d slow down, and, as they say, \u201cact your age.\u201d However, who defines what it means to act your age? It all comes down to doing what brings you joy and a sense of aliveness, in my opinion. That\u2019s red lipstick for me. Since I can remember, I have worn it; it is fiery, brazen, and unapologetic, representing the energy I have carried with me throughout the years. However, that doesn\u2019t seem to be accepted anymore. At least that\u2019s what my son and his spouse say.I was preparing for a family meal yesterday; it was not going to be like the ones I usually looked forward to. As I meticulously applied my preferred red lipstick shade, \u201cRuby Flame,\u201d in my bedroom, my son Stephen suddenly poked his head in.\n
\u201cMom, you look like a desperate old clown trying to cling to your youth,\u201d he hissed, interrupting my impression that he was there to check on me or even to give me a praise. It\u2019s awkward. You are not required to do it.He grinned when he said it, as though it were a lighthearted joke. However, I was aware of this. He meant it. My heart fell. I was astounded by his remarks and looked at him, thinking he would understand how cruel they were. However, he remained motionless as he waited for me to remove the lipstick and a portion of my identity.Then, just when he thought things couldn\u2019t get much worse, his wife Sarah came next to him, grinning smugly. She remarked, her voice brimming with disdain, \u201cOh, I agree with Steph.\u201d \u201cOlder folks shouldn\u2019t wear red lipstick. You should, in my opinion, continue doing what other individuals your age are doing.My heart raced. Who was she to tell me what I was allowed to wear and what wasn\u2019t? And who exactly did she think I ought to emulate among these \u201cother people\u201d? I\u2019ve never been one to go with the flow, and this time I wasn\u2019t going to start.I asked her directly, \u201cHoney, why don\u2019t you mind your own business?\u201d without skipping a beat.\n
Her expression was so precious. She was surprised since she didn\u2019t think I would defend myself. She hastily took a step back and forced a flimsy grin to hide her humiliation. \u201cI apologize, Edith,\u201d she whispered. \u201cWe simply don\u2019t want you to have a clown\u2019s appearance.\u201dStupid? Think of the audacity! Between my ferocious gaze and his wife\u2019s tense giggle, my son was perplexed. His flippant, \u201cOkay, Mom, enjoy the circus,\u201d attempt to diffuse the situation simply made me feel more enraged. Sarah laughed and said, \u201cCome on, Steph, let\u2019s not miss the circus,\u201d before turning to leave me standing by myself and feeling upset.I was wounded for a good five minutes. I was thinking about myself as I stood there, gazing at my mirror. Was crimson lipstick really out of my price range? Should I follow their model of the ideal appearance for a woman my age? I felt the melancholy seeping into my chest and becoming like a heavy stone. Then again, something changed. That melancholy gave way to fury. No, I refused to allow them to control my life\u2019s course. I refused to allow them to take away the characteristics that defined who I was. They were in for more if they believed they could intimidate me into submitting. I was going to impart to them a knowledge that would stick with them. I kept quiet for the following few days. Not even my friends at our monthly bridge game knew about the incident.\n
But I was planning inside. My pride had been hurt by Stephen and Sarah, and I was not going to overlook that.I had to make an impression on them\u2014something audacious and clear that would demonstrate to them that I was still the vivacious lady I had always been and that I was not going to back down. It occurred to me that the yearly block party in the neighborhood was in just one week. Everybody dressed up, there was a talent show, and this year there was even going to be a little parade down the block, so it was usually a big affair. It was the ideal chance for me to get my message across. Over the following three days, I gathered everything I required. I collected some things from the craft store and even dug out an old outfit from the back of my wardrobe on my few trips there. I was prepared by the time the block party day finally came.It was a bright day as I walked down the street toward the block party. Already there, mixing with the neighbors, I could see Stephen and Sarah, totally oblivious to what was about to unfold. As I walked up to them, I had to bite back a smile. \u201cYou made it, mom!\u201d I walked over and Stephen yelled out to me. But then he looked at me and his eyes grew wide.\n
I had on a bright red dress that perfectly accentuated my curves, and a wide-brimmed red hat with a big feather perched on my head.The highlight of the show, though, was my makeup. I had gone all out, wearing bright blush and strong eyeliner in addition to red lipstick, of course. I had the entire appearance of a grand dame\u2014a lady who was unafraid to draw attention to herself. Sarah was in complete shock. With a tone that blended horror and bewilderment, she questioned, \u201cEdith, what on earth are you wearing?\u201dI gave a charming smile. Oh, nothing special, just a little project I put together. You know, I kind of expected myself to adopt that \u201cclown\u201d expression you described. < Stephen appeared to wish he could just go under the earth. \u201cMom, this is it.\u201d \u201cExcellent?\u201d I completed the task for him. \u201cWhy, my dear, thank you.\u201d The parade was underway before they had a chance to say anything more. The other competitors were lined up at the front, and I strode over to join them. I hadn\u2019t disclosed to anyone that I had signed up to be the parade\u2019s grand marshal. I waved to the audience and blew kisses to my supportive neighbors as the music started and we started to march down the street.\n
I saw Stephen and Sarah in the crowd the entire time, their expressions a mixture of shame and dread. Despite their desire for me to disappear into the background, I ended up taking center stage. I walked back to Stephen and Sarah after the procession, where they were now awkwardly standing by the punch bowl. They appeared to be at a loss for words, so I chose to break the ice. \u201cYou know, I think the two of you could benefit from something I learned a long time ago,\u201d I added. Both of them stared at me, impatient. \u201cI discovered that life is too short to abide by the norms set by other people. I shall do what I choose, whether it be to wear red lipstick, a red dress, or anything else that makes me happy. And if someone is offended by it, that is their issue, not mine.Stephen shuffling his feet, Sarah cast a visibly uncomfortable glance down.\n
Finally, he added, \u201cMom, we didn\u2019t mean to upset you.\u201d \u201cWe simply\u2026 didn\u2019t consider the potential harm our words could cause you.\u201d I gave a nod. \u201cWords matter; I know you didn\u2019t mean to be unkind. And it\u2019s my responsibility as your mother to remind you of that. A pause occurred while my words took effect. Sarah finally said something. \u201cEdith, you\u2019re accurate. I apologize for my remarks. I suppose I was unaware of the significance of that lipstick to you. I softened a little and smiled. \u201cMy sweetheart, it\u2019s not just the lipstick. It\u2019s about staying loyal to who you are, regardless of what other people may think. You two will learn that someday because you\u2019re still young. Stephen extended his arm to embrace me. \u201cMom, thank you. For what it\u2019s worth, you looked fantastic today outside. I winked and answered, \u201cDamn right I did.\u201dThe block party continued, and even after the immediate shock of my audacious arrival subsided, the lesson I had planned to impart remained relevant. After our talk, Sarah and Stephen were more reflective and quiet. I observed the cogs in their heads spinning as they considered what I had said.\n
Of all, it was about more than simply lipstick; it was about having respect for myself and realizing that, despite my advanced age, I was still alive and full of life. I was sitting on a bench watching the kids play while the sun was setting and the parents were chatting and mingling. Sarah and Stephen were chatting quietly while standing apart. They approached me after a time. Stephen said, \u201cMom,\u201d in a quieter tone than normal. \u201cI realized that maybe Sarah and I had been a little too\u2026 inflexible in our perspectives as we were discussing. We apologize for giving you the impression that you needed to alter who you are.Sarah gave a nod. \u201cWe didn\u2019t stop to think about your sentiments because we were so intent on doing what we believed to be right. We may have taken for granted the strength and self-assurance you have always shown. As I gazed at them both, my heart began to melt. They had a difficult time accepting that they were mistaken, but I was grateful for their attempt. \u201cI\u2019m grateful,\u201d I said.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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