Age is a weapon society uses against women. Each year that you gain comfort in your own flesh, your flesh is seen as worth less. Thirty, like 40 or 50, is a demarcation line, but a particularly loaded one. Cross it, says the world, and you leave the trifling-but-addictive privileges of girlhood behind. Invisibility this way, ma’am.
Like. But take it from one who knows — you don’t have to worry about becoming invisible until you turn 50. Then it happens IMMEDIATELY.
Like. But take it from one who knows — you don’t have to worry about becoming invisible until you turn 50. Then it happens IMMEDIATELY.
I sat and stared at this piece for such a long time. For me it captures beautifully the feeling of lamenting our younger years that women over 30 are supposed to feel. Can’t say I lament for my twenties or pine to be younger, but I definitely agree with the invisibility phenomenon – it can be quite suffocating. Beautiful portrait, thank you for sharing.
I sat and stared at this piece for such a long time. For me it captures beautifully the feeling of lamenting our younger years that women over 30 are supposed to feel. Can’t say I lament for my twenties or pine to be younger, but I definitely agree with the invisibility phenomenon – it can be quite suffocating. Beautiful portrait, thank you for sharing.
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