I very much enjoyed this. I wasn't the gorgeous child, I bloomed later. I'm almost 51. I still can't figure out a way not to be noticed. I seriously do not want to be noticed. I'm over it. I spent my youth on the other side of the coin, wishing more than anything I could be pretty, that I'd be noticed, that I'd bring men to their knees. Yeah, be careful what you wish for.

Since I turned 30, I've been gawked at, catcalled, approached in the most inappropriate places and criminally stalked twice, well 3 times if you count my ex husband who thought he married a trophy wife.

I take my dog out for a shit looking like a wreck, more catcalls, more gawking. I've been followd to my car, it never ends. And the wosrt part, at least for me is the older I get, the worse the men get. I'm not sure if it's because I'm attracting a fomer generation of fellas that think this shit's cute, ro what, but I'm so, so over it. And thank you for writing this, I'm so tired of feeling like I have to stay silent for fear of the "oh, poor little pretty girl, cry me a river" response.