Butter instead of cream

There was nothing extra on the shelf. One bottle — dark glass, sometimes — a regular valerian bottle. Inside — oil . Sunflower. Peach. Burdock. Whatever it was.

It didn't promise lifting and radiance. It was just there .

A drop was poured into the palm. Rubbed. And applied to the face. To the arms. To the legs. Sometimes to the neck. Sometimes to the temples, if the head ached.

Sometimes it seemed that it did not help . But if you listened closely, it was a touch . And it healed.

This is what it looked like:

— No serum.— Just oil at night — on damp skin.— Sometimes — cotton wool soaked in oil, on hands, under the cloth.— Sometimes — rub into scalp before the bath.— Sometimes — just take the bottle in your hands and stand by the window.

Not to be younger, but to remain yourself .

Unfashionable beauty is when there is no need for explanations. You do not strive for results. You simply remember that you have a body. And oil. And an evening.