Some women don’t disappear. They just stop waiting to be seen.

Visibility is often treated like value. But what happens when you stop being reflected in the eyes of others and realize you’re still whole?

This reflection isn’t about loss. It’s about a quiet return to the self.
It speaks to anyone who’s felt the slow fade of being noticed, and still chose to show up with grace, memory, and softness that needs no validation.

She isn’t gone. She just stopped apologizing for existing without being asked to.