Isn't it great to be wanted?
But you know what's better?
Knowing that you've looked down on yourself so much and doubted your own agency and thoughts for so long, you wouldn't let yourself see that you're not actually reciprocating. You're just basking in the glorious attention and care you never thought someone like you could ever get. And you're stuck there.
No one can love you or worship your body on your behalf.
I say this while stuck in limbo with myself.
Isn't it time to break out?