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<\/p>\n \n<\/p>\n You hear women in midlife mention it sometimes: “I <\/span>People lose yourself in a gallery, drinking in the details of color and shape, while <\/span>You <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n <\/span>Some <\/span>“Sure <\/span>Lane Revitalize your life with words:<\/i><\/b><\/span> I am one of a kind, extraordinary, a human being with Victoria Moran is traveling today and this is an excerpt from her book, <\/i>Younger by the Day<\/a>: 365 Ways to Rejuvenate Your Body & Revitalize Your Spirit. Victoria will be back tomorrow. In the meantime, keep up with on Twitter<\/a>.<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This excerpt from Younger by the Day, by Victoria Moran, shares techniques for overcoming the invisibility many women feel that they experience when they’re no longer young.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":177,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-196","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-solving-problems"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nthink I’ve become invisible.” If you ever feel that you were overlooked in the queue
\nat the coffee shop, or by the clerk at the store, it may not be your
\nimagination. Middle-aged women are<\/i><\/span>
\noverlooked–by younger men in particular, younger people in general, and even
\nmen our own age who, with society’s blessing, get by believing they’re younger
\nthan we are.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nsee what they’re trained to see. If you’re trained in art, for instance, you might<\/span><\/p>\n![\"museum.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/wp-media.beliefnet.com\/sites\/133\/import\/museum.jpg\")
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\nsomeone else sees only pictures. Our culture as a whole is trained to see young
\nwomen. There are proportionally far more of them on magazine covers, on TV and
\nin films, than in the actual population. As a result, we have a citizenry
\ntaught to see the young and ignore the not-so-young. It isn’t conscious; it’s
\nPavlovian.<\/span><\/p>\n
\ncan address invisibility by shouting “I was here first!” This will get you your
\nlatt\u00e9 or the key to the fitting room, but you are unlikely to leave the
\nencounter feeling good about it. I have found it best to deal with invisibility
\non the level where it starts, the subconscious. I wish I’d known this when I
\nwas overweight (heavy people can be invisible, too, even young ones), but I know
\nit now: It’s all in how you see yourself.<\/i><\/span> You change how you see yourself by making your first conscious thought
\nof the day a remembrance of who you truly are: one of a kind, extraordinary, a
\nwoman with a destiny. Remind yourself of this when you walk into a meeting or a
\nshop, when you speak with your boss or your teenager, when you greet a
\ngatekeeper of any sort. When you do, it’s as if a red carpet is rolled out
\nbefore you and a subliminal messenger announces your arrival.<\/span><\/p>\n![\"palm.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/wp-media.beliefnet.com\/sites\/133\/import\/palm.jpg\")
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\npeople find this easier to do than others. My friend Lane is one of them. Once,
\nbefore I moved to New York but was here on a book tour and staying at The Plaza
\nHotel, I made a date with her. I was looking forward to afternoon tea in the
\nPalm Court, like a celebrity or Eloise. To my dismay, Lane, still in a cast
\nwith a broken leg, showed up placidly attired in sweats. My face fell: We
\ncouldn’t have tea with the swells in sweats. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nwe can,” Lane said. “Give me the phone.” I listened in awe to her air of
\nauthority. “See here,” she began. (It made me sit up straighter and she wasn’t
\neven talking to me.) “I’m in room 1801 and my friend has a broken leg. You
\ncertainly wouldn’t expect her to dress<\/i><\/span> for tea, now would you?” “Oh, no Ma’am,” came the voice on the other
\nend. “We’ll have a table ready for you immediately.” When we arrived at the
\nPalm Court, a substantial Saturday crowd was waiting for tables, but we were
\nled right through, Lane with her sweats and her crutches, me looking as if I
\nhad just observed the parting of the Red Sea. <\/span><\/p>\n
\nhas never been invisible and the rest of us don’t have to be either. Regardless
\nof what the world is trained to see, you can be the exception. It’s all in the
\nway you see yourself. <\/span><\/p>\n
\na destiny.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n
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