I was dressed for my usual invisibility: a pale pink, long-sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and brown sneakers that suggest, falsely, a hiker mentality. I'm headed to Meijer, and I'm certain that nobody's even going to see me.
Living in the shadows is somewhere many of us women have spent our lives. Many of us got used to introducing ourselves as so-and-so's mother or wife. Somewhere along the line we lost our identity as it merged with the family or the husband's.
As Editor of an online magazine devoted to lifestyle and culture for the hip:) +50 set, I've realized I need to address the widespread issue of older women feeling they've become 'invisible'. As their 'looks fade', older women feel they seem to be fading along with them, right into thin air.
I began to realize I had acquired a cloak of invisibility when it came to men a few years before I turned 50. I was no longer on the receiving end of the prolonged glance, the admiring wink, or, hell, even an acknowledgement I was in the same breathing space as a male of the species.
I stood looking at the photo. No one would think we were the same person. My hair was long again, my figure was trim and my kids were tall and lanky, bounding around the store. There was the ghost of motherhood past, staring back at me with bleary eyes.