I’m at the age and appearance where I’m ignored by the opposite sex. Some women my age find that depressing, and it’s especially a struggle if you’ve spent your life getting your self esteem from how attractive men found you.
I didn’t struggle with turning 50, and to be honest, I’m just happy to be alive. But it is fucking freeing to be invisible to men. I cannot express how good it feels to be unnoticeable. I don’t have to make polite conversation. I don’t have to smile in public. I can don my headphones, sport my rbf, and do what I want.
I’m wearing a skirt with unshaved legs. I’m sporting a ponytail that resembles George Washington. I’m wearing paint splattered slides because they are my most comfy shoes. I’m skipping the expense of Botox and covering my grays. I’m knitting at a concert. I’m wearing a visor. I’m embracing my crone era, and it’s so freeing to do things because I want to and find it enjoyable and not because men expect it.
If I’d only realized this in my 20s!












