And I begin to wonder - why?

I don't think that it's only about appearance. I don't expect every person on the street to fall in love at first sight. But sometimes you want not just to be noticed, but to be seen. It's different. To glance is a movement of the eyes. To look is a movement of the soul.

At such moments, I begin to take myself apart: maybe I'm not dressed right? Maybe my facial expression is distant, as if I don't want to communicate with anyone? Or maybe I look past too often - not at people, but through them? And men just respond in kind?

There is another thought that comes to me - maybe they really do notice, they just don't dare. The world is full of insecurities, fears and projections. We are afraid of rejection, condemnation, the wrong reaction. Maybe their gaze is short not because I am uninteresting, but because they themselves do not dare to stay in it?

But, I admit honestly, this feeling - when you seem to be there, but you are not seen - leaves a residue. It makes you doubt yourself. Makes you think that something is wrong with you. But I remind myself: being noticed is not always a matter of appearance, it is a matter of presence.

And maybe, before expecting a deep look from the outside, it is worth learning to truly look at yourself from the inside. With interest. With respect. With love. Because perhaps when I truly begin to see myself, others - including men - will begin to see me differently.