Wasn't sure where to post this, it's a bit complicated but I'll try to explain. (Sort of about my relationship with myself and some other women).
I don't feel good about myself at the moment and seem to increasingly struggle with friendships. I am a good person, in that I am good hearted, can be a bit chatty and self absorbed but know that I am fun and fairly decent. I am also pretty loyal. I am a bit of a natural loner but there are females on the edge of my circle I'd like to get to know but even when I try I never nudge them in it doesn't work out somehow.
We had a work event last week which brought things to a head. It was about partly about branding and age discrimination and all the branches came together for an active demonstration. I was in the 40 plus group, I am 40. Some of my colleagues were in the 20 plus group. Turns out the 20 something group were 100% women and stunning, vibrant, slightly bolshy (in a good way) and just well, so much 'better' than me.
The points I made were largely ignored by the men in my group, until another man reiterated them and then they were taken as 'good points, well made'. I realised that men no longer see me in the way they did and I am becoming invisible. I saw the way they reacted to the younger women and felt very old and undesirable.
It seems sometimes to be the elephant in the room that being gorgeous opens doors and increases your life chances. Society in particular now seems to value 'looks' and style over substance.
Being respected and valued at work is one thing and being 'desired' is another I realise. I suppose, if I am honest, what hurts me more is the not being found attractive any longer.
I look with critical eyes in the mirror and notice all my imperfections. I notice my bulges and feel a degree of self loathing. The beginnings of wrinkles, greying hair, spider veins. I saw how the 20 somethings viewed the 40 somethings at this event and realise how horribly ancient they assume we are. I found myself looking at one gorgeous 20 something girl in particular, a natural, tall beauty with an amazing body with a natural confidence. I am ashamed to say I felt very jealous. DP came to pick me up later and she was part of a group that joined me us for a drink.
The men had eyes on stalks and I was sidelined and ignored, like the way a 'Mum' or a 'Gran' might be by a group of young lads. Guess I realised I am sexy and attractive no longer. That hurts. DP also said that he didn't find her attractive (he must have been lying) this makes it worse somehow.
I realise that I look pretty good for my age all told really, I have 3 kids and juggle a job and being a Mum pretty well most of the time. Thing is I've never had the confidence I should have had, even when I was in my 20s. I think that other people see some sort of diseased gnome rather than an attractive woman and always have done. I was a very unattractive child and shunned a bit early in life because of this and this has never left me.
People say that women in their 40s should realise that their time of being found attractive is past, they've had their time in the sun. Thing is I feel I never did, I was always found lacking in this respect. Worse than that it's only going to get worse, I am going to be an old hag or crone in the next 20 years and even more invisible and haggard. The menopause also fills me with dread, a dried up husk I'll become then I fear.
I realise a woman's worth should not be tied up so much in how she looks and realise that sounds horribly vain. Some of my friends haven't been lucky enough to even get to their mid 40s and I should remember life is a gift.
Ironically I think that others, in the past, thought me cocky and conceited and then would put me down telling me I wasn't as attractive as others etc. I would sometimes be a bit OTT to try and compensate for my perceived 'diseased gnomeness' if that make sense? I was always thought of as 'quite pretty' on a good day but people would often look back again at me and say 'nah, not really' and it used to hurt. I suppose I should have been grateful for even being 'ok'. I always wanted to be more than average in all areas but that's all I am really. I am not clever enough to have pursued the job/s I really wanted either.
Why can't I just accept myself and morph into invisible Auntydom with good grace? Why can't I value the other more important things in my life and my achievements?
I feel like I've become increasingly critical of my work and my intelligence too. That 'not good enough' for anyone or anything feeling is a monster that I have to keep under control all the time. I don't volunteer for things and projects at work as the critic on my shoulder - the whole time - tells me I am basically a bit thick and what if people realise this?
I am trying to get a couple of sizes smaller, although a healthy, although 'high end' BMI. I want to be like the young 20 something girls but DP says it isn't realistic that I'll ever get there. (He's not putting me down, actually says I look great as I am).
I want to be a good role model for my kids and won't be if I can't accept getting older with good grace. I am ashamed to say that I felt incredibly jealous of the gorgeous girl in the pub.
If you've stayed with this long then thanks. Sorry for being so self absorbed but can't talk about this at all IRL.