Sometimes I miss the way my body used to feel under the gaze of others... the way they'd stare, the way they'd want me. Now, it's like I'm invisible unless I'm in those tight yoga pants, bending just right. But even then, it's not the same. I crave the heat of someone's eyes on me, the ache of their desire. Maybe if I just arch my back a little more, spread my legs a little wider... would you finally notice me, oppa? Or am I just another girl trying too hard?