People say,
“I’m afraid of being seen.”
But that’s not quite true.
Most don’t fear being visible.
They fear being perceived.
Not the image.
The soul underneath it.
Not the post.
The silence that follows.
Not the outfit.
The ache behind the smile.
Because perception doesn’t just look at you—
it touches you.
And some of us learned early
that being touched meant being judged,
controlled, desired, misunderstood, or left.
So now, the body flinches when it’s complimented.
The mind braces when it’s noticed.
The heart tenses when someone gets too close.
Visibility feels like threat,
because in the past,
it was.
People don’t fear the light.
They fear that the light will show something they can’t control.
That if someone sees too deeply,
they’ll walk away.
Or worse…
they’ll stay and try to fix something
that was never broken—just unguarded.
This isn’t vanity.
It’s not insecurity.
It’s the wound of being misnamed.
Of being seen… wrong.
Of being read like a page out of context.
Of being perceived through the lens of someone else’s fear,
and called it truth.
The fear of being seen
is also the longing to be met.
It’s the soul asking,
“Will someone ever see me—
and not flinch?”
Not critique.
Not claim.
Not consume.
Just… witness.
Let it be known:
Being perceived isn’t dangerous.
Being performed for is.
Being projected onto is.
Being treated like a mirror, not a person, that’s what hurt.
So take your time.
Uncover slowly.
Let presence rebuild what judgment dismantled.
You were never too much.
You were just always more
than what most people were ready to see.
I just had a conversation about this exact feeling last night
Thank you 💚