Let us not mistake the idea that great exposure brings great insight.
The topic of invisibility has been trending for several years amongst women over 50. However, it is not limited to women or those over 50; it has crossed gender and generations. Why we feel it or if we care about our visibility are the choices we make. And if we choose to live our lives out of sight, does it matter?
Social media’s obsession with documentation of the minutia in our lives largely contributes to feelings of insecurity. High visibility equates to something sought after. Because advertising and potential revenue are now linked to individual influencers, it compounds the idea that instant success can come to our businesses or life, if we reach an unidentifiable visibility level.
Those with the distinction of being influencers often glean their self-esteem and financial reward from likes and follows. Many have set their sights on attaining those ethereal numbers. However, gauging our self-worth through the likes and follows we have or have not achieved is a losing proposition.
To be visible means the ability to be seen. However, high visibility is now equated with external validation, primarily from a public we do not know.
What does it take to be seen, to be perceived accurately? Firstly, we must know ourselves to express who we are. When we let go of our identity roles, the “who” we think we “should” be, our inner light becomes brighter and more visible.
Most of us wear rose-colored glasses when reflecting on ourselves. We choose when to keep them on or take them off. Sometimes, we examine our lives profoundly; at other times, we do not look at all.
Sometimes, in our lives, we need to become quiet to understand and uncover the magnitude of the existing self. When we express less than our optimum self, we are not hiding from the world but from ourselves. As we dive deeper into our inner journey of self-actualization, we will better understand what made us who we are: the experiences, beliefs, stigmas, behaviors, and habits we have collected over our lives.
When we let go of those things that no longer serve us, it allows us to be available to ourselves and more visible to others.
Does visibility on social media correlate to our sense of self-acceptance? For some, yes, and for others, no.
Visibility is not just about what is seen; it is about the clarity in which we see life and the distinctness in how we express ourselves. Our visibility is our aura speaking. It is the energy that others feel intuitively. It can be measured in the radiant energy we emit. It’s our vibe.
Being told we are invisible can only happen if we allow and believe it. No one can make another invisible. There is no magic cloak, and poof, you are gone. Nor can society’s rhetoric on aging, gender identification, or judgment of one’s choices make us disappear. However, the obsession with social media tallies has created an unrealistic barometer of truth. This contributes to why many desire to live under the radar of scrutiny.
What if we realize that our inner beauty is far more astonishing than the exterior could ever be or that our higher selves hold all the wisdom we need?
Our lives comprise all the moments: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Ironically, the bad and the ugly expose who we sincerely are. Letting go of our insecurities to embrace the people we have become is the power we hold. Remember, the choice is yours.
If you keep hiding your true self, your life becomes like slow death. Once you become free from the lies and the hiding of yourself, then life becomes vibrant again.
~Ziggy Marley
dave
Invisibility vs Visibility
When I think of invisibility or visibility as a sixty year old male I am not concerned…
I have stopped writing. I have re-read that sentence above ten times. I do not know if it is true.
Visibility. What would concern me about age and becoming more invisible is if I were looking for work. Luckily I am employed and my job is relatively secure. But if I had to look for work that would freak the hell out of me. I have read too many studies where many of those fifty and over are struggling to find work if they have been laid off. They have become invisible.
And then there is the view of how a youth-driven culture looks at those who are older. Marketing people often create films, television, music, clothes, and cars for a younger audience. And we / I can become invisible that way, too.
But in other ways I like being invisible. As long as I am treated with respect and decency. But some things have changed. The internet has provided haters a means to attack and vilify people anonymously. Many of these trolls are invisible and they like it that way. Adulthood too often is nothing but a giant middle school. At least in middle school the haters were known. Now they hide behind their ISPs.
Regarding the benefits of rose-colored glass, I heard on NPRs Radio Lab yesterday that those who are a bit delusional are happier and more successful. I like to be an optimist but I am driven to listen to public radio news and read the L.A. Times and it’s hard to be an optimist when you read about the daily madness. The wild beast that will eat is was once a tiger. Today it‘s a fellow human being. I think we were safer when there were fewer of us.
As for appearances…how people perceive others and themselves…how much do we spend on clothes, cosmetics, exercise, fads, magic, therapy and more? But it is important to discuss it. The older I get the more I recognize the importance of a healthy diet and exercise. But if I may add one more—healthy clothing. For example, good shoes. Why humans wear high heels blows me away. Yeah, yeah, yeah, they get a bump in the calf and it makes a smooth line from their ankle to their whatever. But unless you’re in a line of work that some how demands that…look at what it’s doing to your feet! (Or not. Maybe it’s best not to look. And if I may be honest, I haven’t read many studies about high heels but when I visit my podiatrist she is not selling or encouraging me to wear them. Just sayin’.)
The conclusion to Chariesses’ blog that she is learning to accept herself for who she is, what she looks like externally and internally, is what we all should be doing.
And I will add it to my list of to-dos and try do some letting go myself.
Okay. Just a few thoughts off the top of my head. Some day I would like to take more time and write a more organized piece but this is what it is.
PS. Charisse: Your blog is a good—good for you, good for others, good that it provides a space for people to share ideas, explore who we are, why we are, where we have been and are going.
Peace, hugs, love, fingers crossed and Let Go!
-dave
Michele
What a great article! I, too, have always shied away from cameras, not wanting my photo to be taken because I’m so self-conscious and not as photogenic as others. I know I’ve missed what could have been some really wonderful pictures with loved ones because of it. I also know the pictures I love most are the ones where I don’t know my picture is being taken. It’s not posed. It’s not a pretend smile.
And you are so right. A photo is a frozen snapshot of a nanosecond in time, and we analyze it to the n’th degree. Why must we do that? We do live in a youth-oriented society – at least for women. You see guys out for a walk, at the beach, sporting events, no shirts – and for sure no six pack – totally unconcerned with wrinkles, cellulite, or their not-toned bodies. They don’t care what anybody is saying about their looks – or their age. There’s a lot to be admired about that.
I still feel so young inside, and I really do like the path I’m on. There is so much freedom that comes with focusing more on who we are on the inside and what we have to contribute. Like you said, “Bring it on!” Women are that much stronger together. Thank you for sharing!
Diane
Truly enjoy your writing. Especially, “What if, as we age, we realize that our inner beauty is far more astonishing then the physical beauty that we once had?” Love this thought and find myself practicing this with the generously of kindness. Kindness = Confidence.
charisse
Thank you, Diane! I Love Kindness. I too find myself in the constant practice of it.