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OnlyFans gave me fast money, control, and a confidence I never expected—but it also took pieces of me I didn’t realize I was giving away. I started as a creator chasing freedom, but somewhere along the way, I became a product. The burnout, the harassment, the loss of privacy—it all piled up until staying felt like survival, not success. This isn’t a story of shame. It’s a story of growth, of choosing peace over profit, and reclaiming the parts of myself I nearly lost.

The internet gave me freedom—but it also showed me its darkest corners. Behind every platform’s promise of empowerment is a system that profits from silence, objectification, and exploitation. I’ve seen how quickly admiration turns into entitlement, how easily women become targets, and how little protection we’re offered in return. This piece isn’t just about my story—it’s about the systems that fail us, the laws that fall short, and why I refuse to stay silent anymore.