When I was visible I checked my make-up before I got out of the car. When I was visible my legs were always either hairless or covered. When I was visible I had a radar attached to the top of my head. I knew what I looked like at any given second. I knew who was looking at me and for how long. I just knew.
My descent into invisibility was my rebirth. I toppled into those caliginous depths leaving scratch marks all the way down. But eventually, instead of clawing my way back up again, newly augmented, I decided to stay.
Here, I am the sovereign and the soothsayer. I am the beneficiary and the benefactor of this brave new world. In this new world I am invisible to men and young women and I am impervious to the ill-winds of trend and hearsay. I am risen.