The theme of old age haunts me for a long time, but not in a row of fear, but rather admiration. I knew my grandmothers and grandfathers in old age, so their wrinkles on their faces and crooked bony fingers from weeding the beds cause warmth and love in me. This topic is not only about love, but more about acceptance. Therefore, I decided to expand it to include the bodies of women after childbirth. Our body is a shell and it is always transformed. However, not accepting it can greatly affect the state of mind. The imposed stereotypes of the beautiful are crushing and have nothing eternal like an Overton window.