I remember the day as clear as a sunbeam. It was the moment I first dared to dance barefoot by the creek, wearing nothing but my favorite tie-side bikini. I had my phone set up, capturing every twirl, every laugh, every ray of sun glittering off the water. I didn’t post it right away — instead, I watched it alone, and for the first time, I truly saw myself.
I wasn’t pretending. I was radiant. Free. Alive. And in that moment, I fell in love with being seen — not by others, but by myself. It felt like meeting a dear old friend I hadn’t seen in years.
When I finally shared the video, the kindness I received was like a balm. I realized I wasn’t just being looked at — I was being recognized. And every smile, every comment reminded me that I was exactly the right age to be me.
So yes, I love being seen. Because in being seen, I finally became whole.