She learned early that being wanted was a kind of currency.
Not the kind that buys belonging,
but the kind that rents attention—
temporary, conditional, performative.
Before anyone asked about her favorite books,
or what made her heart swell,
or what she was afraid of when the lights went out,
they had already decided they wanted her.
Not for who she was.
But for how she looked.
For the way she smiled when she felt unsafe.
For the way her softness could be consumed
without ever being understood.
Wanted—But Not Met
There’s a strange loneliness in being constantly desired,
but rarely known.
When every room sees you before they hear you,
when people lean in for your body before they lean in for your story.
She became good at being looked at.
Good at being pleasing.
Good at being curated.
But she started to wonder:
Would anyone still want me if they met the real me?
The one behind the practiced smile?
The one who sometimes shakes with fear,
who has questions,
who is not always easy or pretty or light?
Wanting is not the same as loving.
Wanting is not the same as staying.
And she learned this through the ache that came
after the wanting left
and no one stayed to ask,
"What do you need?"
Performing Desirability
She learned to anticipate what others liked.
To shape-shift.
To keep herself palatable.
Say just enough.
Show just enough.
Smile often. Don’t take up too much space.
She was rewarded for it.
Compliments. Attention. Praise.
But deep inside,
there was a quiet voice that whispered,
“If they knew all of you, would they still come closer?
Or would they retreat?”
So she kept the mess hidden.
Kept the grief in her throat.
Kept her thoughts folded into smaller and smaller pieces
so they wouldn’t scare anyone away.
She didn’t know that the cost of being constantly wanted
was sometimes never being truly seen.
The Hunger Behind the Yes
Sometimes, she said yes
not because she wanted to,
but because she was afraid that a no
would make her invisible.
She wasn’t starved for sex.
She was starved for presence.
For being chosen beyond the surface.
For someone to say,
"I want to know your chaos, not just your calm.
I want to hold your truth, not just your beauty."
But the world doesn’t often ask women to be whole.
It asks them to be wanted.
And she played that part
until it made her feel like a stranger to herself.
The Body That Carried the Burden
Her body became fluent in this performance.
It learned to smile on cue.
To remain still when it wanted to run.
To say "I'm okay" when it was anything but.
But bodies hold stories.
And hers remembered the moments she ignored its warnings,
its trembles,
its quiet protests.
It remembered every time she betrayed it for someone else's comfort.
It remembered every time she was praised for being "chill"
when she was actually dissociating.
Being wanted had taught her to abandon herself.
The Shift: From Wanted to Known
It took time, but something in her began to break.
Or maybe it began to wake.
She stopped asking, “Do they want me?”
and started asking,
“Do I feel safe?
Do I feel seen?
Do I feel like I can exhale here?”
She began to notice who asked questions,
who listened without interrupting,
who stayed when she wasn't performing.
And she began to realize:
Being wanted is easy.
Being known takes courage.
Choosing to Be Known
She started choosing the discomfort of truth
over the comfort of approval.
She said no more often.
Not with anger—but with clarity.
She told her stories without softening the edges.
She let people see the whole landscape of her—
the joy, the ache, the longing, the strength.
And with every honest word,
she reclaimed herself.
She learned that the ones who truly matter
don’t just want to touch your skin.
They want to hold your story.
To feel your heartbeat.
To learn your language.
From Object to Origin
She is no longer an object of someone else’s desire.
She is a home.
A place that welcomes only those
who bring reverence, not just appetite.
She is still soft—but no longer silent.
Still kind—but no longer shrinking.
Still beautiful—but on her own terms.
Because now she knows:
It’s not enough to be wanted.
She wants to be known.
And more importantly—
she wants to know herself.
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