“I don’t mind that I’m invisible,” said my friend, L. “In fact, I sort of like it. It’s freeing.”
I knew what she meant. When you know that no matter how buff and polished you are, once you reach a certain age, most men see you as–well, as their mother or at best their sister, it’s liberating.
If you had counted on that attention from men in your halcyon days, I would imagine it is devastating to lose it. But for those of us who mostly counted on our “good personality” to attract the opposite sex, it’s comforting to know that that personality doesn’t go the way of perky breasts and a freshfaced complexion.
It’s freeing to finally be at that place where you are who you are no matter what you look like.
