Confessions Of An Invisible Woman

Invisibility came to me slowly. At first, no one noticed I was there. Soon I was invisible in a crowded room. Now, the transition is complete and nobody remembers I was ever here.


This is my response to Trifecta’s weekend challenge of a 33 word first person narrative. It is community judged and if you wish to cast a vote you can do so at Trifecta’s website before the deadline on Sunday.



47 thoughts on “Confessions Of An Invisible Woman

  1. I’ve heard those who are over weight say that they feel invisible. It seems in our society, the less attractive you are the more invisible you feel.
    I think you’re right about loneliness, too. Eleanor Rigby is such a sad song, really.
    Great post.

  2. Beautiful, Sandy.

    If you get a notice that someone un”liked” this post, that was me. UN-intentionally. I didn’t realize I’d already liked when I clicked again. Life is so confusing.

    I’ll be singing Eleanor Rigby all day. Things could be worse!

  3. Terribly sad -a harsh reality in these fast moving times,where no one has any time for anyone anymore.Well done:-)

    • Thank you. I miss face to face communication. Sadly, it’s become a bit old fashioned. It seems most people would rather keep their physical distance, preferring typing to talking. Unfortunately, a smartphone or computer screen can only give figurative hugs.

    • Oh, thank you, Rogue! It’s odd how I can confine myself to just 33 words when I find run-on-and-on (ROAO is a great acronym but should we spell it out when we speak or come up with a catchy pronunciation like row-ah-oh or maybe row-aye-oh which would be like rodeo but with a long “a” instead of a hard “d” ) so seductive and just plain fun. I’ve been offline for awhile. Hopefully, I’ll be back sooner rather than later.

    • It’s weird that as you age you realize you don’t get the same looks from the opposite sex that you used to and sometimes that makes you feel a bit invisible, but there is also a freedom that comes with realizing that you are just perfect the way you are and beauty really is more about your spirit than your looks.

  4. How sad to feel that way. But, unfortunately, far too many people do. To die alone is a sad, unwanted fate. To live unnoticed and unwanted, even crueler. Excellent writing on your part to be able to convey such a depth of despair in only 33 words. Very well done!

    • Thank you, Tom! I think it is more difficult to forge friendships and close relationships as we age and even though there is a vast online world, often for those that are alone it feels even more isolating. There is no good substitution for knowing you are wanted and cared for and for feeling another’s touch.

    • I don’t think of aging that way but I live in an area with mostly older people, many of whom are vibrant and engaged in the world around them. The most important thing is having that network of people and face to face time that makes the difference. Reaching out to those that are alone does wonders for everyone.

  5. My take on this was a purposeful, perhaps even sinister, disappearance. Superbly written to have everyone take it personally with their own POV.

  6. How great to put all this emotion is so few words. As an older overweight woman I am invisible most of the time, unless someone is ridiculing me. Eleanor Rigby is so apropos . . .

    • I’m sorry you feel invisible, Benze, though I do know how that feels. I try as much as possible to lead with a smile and it helps lift that cloak of invisibility, though there are days when a smile just doesn’t feel right.

  7. So sad and moving, Sandy. I think we all feel invisible at different times. I felt exactly this way this past weekend. Sigh. Your post says soooo much.

  8. Well done … although sad. Wanting to be noticed or part of something is a tough feeling, let alone being left out. You simply conveyed a lot in a few words.

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