For a long time, a long, long, long time, I have wrestled with feelings of invisibility. Not the invisibility of superheroes. The invisibility of the forgotten.
As a fat child, I spent so much of my time trying to shrink myself. Squished for the umpteenth time by yet another man on the tube, I wondered if I had finally succeeded in diminishing myself to the point of being unseen.
Am I here. Am I not.
Now you see me.
Or do you.