While in the big city last week, I found myself rather invisible. There's nothing bad about my appearance. I look good without looking "hot". I have good posture, crazy curly hair and, most of the time, sport a cool casual outfit. But no one looked at me. I mean "looked" at me, as they used to when I was in my 20's, 30's, even 40's. As a feminist, I am supposed to be happy about this, as I am no longer a sexual object for men to lust after. Hooray, right?
May I confess to a tiny bit of grief for the loss of lust-worthiness? May I still keep my good-feminist card? Is it sheer vain foolishness to miss the double-take, the furtive glance or secret smile? I have good self-esteem, based on my innards. I've accomplished a lot and have a husband who adores me. I have never been model-beautiful (only about 2% of us have, and at what cost?) and I know whatever physical charms we have will inevitably change if we're lucky enough to grow old.
I'm doing some reading (this and this, among others) this week to help adjust my thinking about the Invisible Woman. I am truly happy to be the age I am, to be healthy and productive. I still enjoy gilding the lily too, or I wouldn't be sharing here, and reading so many talented fashion bloggers. Growing up and growing older is not for sissies, indeed. The trade-offs must be accepted and savored.
|Image via AllTheSingleGirlfriends.com|
Have you ever struggled with feeling invisible? Younger readers, is this something you worry about, or are you more bothered by unwanted attention now?