Society often tells women that visibility is value. That after a certain age, if you are no longer seen, you no longer matter.
But what if invisibility is not an ending, but a quiet return to the self?
This piece reflects on what happens when a woman no longer performs, no longer adjusts for the gaze of others. She becomes unreadable. And that unreadability is freedom.
It’s not about vanishing. It’s about shedding what never truly belonged.