“MY SON AND HIS WIFE TOLD ME I’M TOO OLD TO WEAR RED LIPSTICK. THEY ANGERED ME SO MUCH, I TAUGHT THEM A LESSON I’m 75 years old and I love wearing red lipstick. I have been doing that for years and now I am being accused for it. Come on now… it’s unfair Yesterday, I was getting ready for a family dinner, and my son saw me applying my favorite red shade. He sneered and said, “”Mom, you look like a desperate old clown trying to cling to your youth. It’s embarrassing, you don’t have to do it.””………………… See first c.o.m.m.e.n.t 💬👀”

My son and his wife shamed me for wearing red lipstick. I decided to teach them a lesson

At seventy-five, you should accept your “golden years,” slow down, and, as they say, “act your age.” 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’s 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’t seem to be accepted anymore. At least that’s 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, “Ruby Flame,” in my bedroom, my son Stephen suddenly poked his head in.

“Mom, you look like a desperate old clown trying to cling to your youth,” he hissed, interrupting my impression that he was there to check on me or even to give me a praise. It’s 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’t get much worse, his wife Sarah came next to him, grinning smugly. She remarked, her voice brimming with disdain, “Oh, I agree with Steph.” “Older folks shouldn’t 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’t? And who exactly did she think I ought to emulate among these “other people”? I’ve never been one to go with the flow, and this time I wasn’t going to start.I asked her directly, “Honey, why don’t you mind your own business?” without skipping a beat.

Her expression was so precious. She was surprised since she didn’t think I would defend myself. She hastily took a step back and forced a flimsy grin to hide her humiliation. “I apologize, Edith,” she whispered. “We simply don’t want you to have a clown’s appearance.”Stupid? Think of the audacity! Between my ferocious gaze and his wife’s tense giggle, my son was perplexed. His flippant, “Okay, Mom, enjoy the circus,” attempt to diffuse the situation simply made me feel more enraged. Sarah laughed and said, “Come on, Steph, let’s not miss the circus,” 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’s 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.

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—something 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. “You made it, mom!” I walked over and Stephen yelled out to me. But then he looked at me and his eyes grew wide.

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—a lady who was unafraid to draw attention to herself. Sarah was in complete shock. With a tone that blended horror and bewilderment, she questioned, “Edith, what on earth are you wearing?”I gave a charming smile. Oh, nothing special, just a little project I put together. You know, I kind of expected myself to adopt that “clown” expression you described. < Stephen appeared to wish he could just go under the earth. “Mom, this is it.” “Excellent?” I completed the task for him. “Why, my dear, thank you.” 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’t disclosed to anyone that I had signed up to be the parade’s 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.

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. “You know, I think the two of you could benefit from something I learned a long time ago,” I added. Both of them stared at me, impatient. “I 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.

Finally, he added, “Mom, we didn’t mean to upset you.” “We simply… didn’t consider the potential harm our words could cause you.” I gave a nod. “Words matter; I know you didn’t mean to be unkind. And it’s my responsibility as your mother to remind you of that. A pause occurred while my words took effect. Sarah finally said something. “Edith, you’re 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. “My sweetheart, it’s not just the lipstick. It’s about staying loyal to who you are, regardless of what other people may think. You two will learn that someday because you’re still young. Stephen extended his arm to embrace me. “Mom, thank you. For what it’s worth, you looked fantastic today outside. I winked and answered, “Damn right I did.”The 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.

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, “Mom,” in a quieter tone than normal. “I realized that maybe Sarah and I had been a little too… 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. “We didn’t 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. “I’m grateful,” I said.

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