The Importance

She was stunning, gorgeous in all the manners desired in the commercialized, western intersections of fashion, sex, television and movies.

The tragedy was that she knew. She’d been told since her curves first emerged and noticed lingering, admiring gazes.

All she wanted was for others to watch her as she walked and moved. She looked around to reassure herself that others were looking. It came to be all that was important to her. Nothing else mattered except to know that others noticed her.

She needed to be noticed, and she thought, all she had was what they saw.