Everyone Wants a Piece of Me, But Do They Want Me?

Everybody loves the image. The perfectly lit picture, the curated aesthetic, the version of me that fits into their fantasy. But what happens when the camera’s off? When the conversation isn’t about angles or outfits, but about the weight of my thoughts? Does anybody actually want that girl—the one with the voice, the ideas, the mind? Or do they just want the body they can screenshot?