“This childhood now seems to me cloudless and fleeting at times, and then it maliciously stretched under the sign of a total deficit of everything that we refer to as the vague category of beautiful. I do not remember that the stores sold beautiful school notebooks, elegant notebooks, comfortable pencil cases - more and more some plastic boxes with three compartments: pen, pencil and eraser. I wanted a girl’s life.... To pantyhose without bubbles on the knees, to shoes like Cinderella at the ball, and a briefcase as a briefcase, without the image of a traffic light, designed both day and night to remind that to comply with the rules of the road is as important as to learn well The latter, against the background of a lack of beauty, seemed absolutely insignificant, and the everyday wisdom “Do not be born beautiful, but be born happy” did not give confidence in the future. I wanted to be both beautiful and happy . And right now, not “WHEN YOU GROW”...