Heidi says:
I was wondering on my bike this morning, about glamour and who has it in his or her life. I think nobody knows what glamour means. I think it's very shallow. When you're 20 years old, you think your life will become glamourous, as you read those women's magazines and they shout glamour and beauty. Of course, you're too poor to buy all the stuff that they tell will bring you glamour, and so you wait. Later, you start to wonder about the meaning of life, and you get scared of death and losing the people you love, and so there is no room in your head for glamour. You struggle on. There comes a time you get a baby. The baby wears you out and you're the furthest from glamour you can ever get. I am almost thirty. I am starting to get scared of aging. I have enough money to afford something nice every once in a while, which I do, but I still don't see or feel any glamour. Glamour is magazine language, and the people who supposedly had or have it, commit suicide at an early age or die too early of an overdose (suicide?) or die lonely. Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, Heath Ledger, Marlène Dietrich... There are enough examples.
But then again. Maybe those two times my friend Wout made me walk on a catwalk were glamour? Maybe all the times we're on a dancefloor, shaking everything we've got is glamour? The long afternoons I've spent on my roof terrace when I was pregnant? The nice pictures Nico and I took on our holidays? The fun of dressing up to go to a swing party and to be asked to dance the lindy hop with a total stranger? Maybe...
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