Lilly Baee

I pull into the parking lot and just sit there for a minute before going inside...

It’s the end of another long day.
I take off my work gear — gloves, apron — toss them on the seat beside me and just sit there in the quiet.
It’s strange, how loud everything is when everything else is silent.

I open my phone.
Close it again.
No new messages.

Today, I helped a client release tension in their shoulders.
I guided someone through their first deep tissue massage, watching them smile when they finally felt relief.

Did my job, like always.

But the second I step away from the table... it hits differently 💔

Everyone online thinks this life is all relaxation, calm, and endless care.
They don’t see the part where you finish the day and realize… nobody’s there.

No one asking how the session went.
No one waiting for you with a meal.
Just the hum of silence and my own thoughts.

Is it always going to be this way?

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i didn’t expect i would feel that small in front of someone… 🥺

I thought it was finally something real.

We’d been talking for days.
He was gentle, patient… different.
He made me feel like I was finally worth choosing.

So when he asked to meet, I said yes.

I got ready slowly… carefully…
like this moment actually mattered.

I arrived first.
Heart racing. Hands shaking.

When he walked in, I smiled right away.

But he didn’t.

His eyes paused on me…
not with excitement…
but like he was already unsure.

We sat down, but everything felt off.

Short replies.
No eye contact.
No effort.

Like I was already a mistake he wanted to fix.

Then suddenly… he stood up.

No explanation.
No kindness.

Just a quiet:

“This isn’t for me.”

And he left.

Just like that.

I stayed there…
trying to hold myself together…
pretending I was okay while everything inside me was breaking.

I didn’t cry because he walked away.

I cried because for a moment…
I really thought someone would stay.

send me this reel… i just want someone who will stay 😭

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I’ve always been drawn to older guys, thinking they’d be different, more mature, more understanding.

But every time I try, I end up being overlooked. Maybe it’s my age, maybe it’s because I’m not what they expected…

But it still stings.

They act like I’m not worth their time, like I’m just a kid with a dream, but I’m more than that. I’m someone who has so much to offer, someone who’s ready for real connection, not just fleeting attention.

It’s like no matter how much I show up, how much I try to prove myself, I’m always met with silence, distance, or indifference.

Maybe I’m too much for them, or maybe I’m not enough. But either way, it feels like I’m invisible, trying to get noticed in a world where I’m just not seen.

Does it always have to be this way?

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i really wish i could take everything back… 🥺

I’m 19… and I work as a massage therapist.

A few days ago, my dad asked one of his closest friends to book a session with me…
just to see if I was actually good at my job.

At first, everything was professional.

He said I was gentle…
that I knew what I was doing…

that I had “good hands.”

I felt proud.

We started talking more after the session…
then again the next day…
and again after that.

Conversations turned into something else.

And I didn’t stop it.

I didn’t think it would become a problem.

I just felt… noticed.

But a few days later…

he called my dad and told him everything.

Hearing it from him…
not from me…

that’s what hurt my dad the most.

Now he won’t talk to me.

No replies.
No calls.
Just silence.

I still go to work…
still take care of clients… still act normal…

but inside…

I feel like I lost something I can’t fix.

I’m only 19… and I really love what I do…

but right now…

it feels like I messed up everything.

send me this reel… i just want someone who will stay 😭

a few days ago my boss found out what i do after work…

and apparently that matters more than how i actually treat clients.

one of the guys pulled him aside between sessions and showed him something on his phone.
next thing I know, I’m being called over like I messed up a booking.

he didn’t raise his voice.
just gave me that look… like I was suddenly “different.”

then he asked me, in front of everyone,
“is this really you?”

and that’s when everything changed.

phones started going around.
clients in the waiting area… staff pretending to clean… all looking at their screens… then at me.

funny how no one complains when I help them relax…
but the second they see me outside work, suddenly I’m the topic of the day.

one of the older clients even laughed and said,
“this place got real interesting today.”

and honestly… yeah.

my boss wasn’t angry.
just… uncomfortable.

like I turned into something he didn’t know how to explain anymore.

by the end of the day, he told me to go home early.

not because I did anything wrong…
just because everyone else couldn’t stop talking.

i walked out quietly…
still in my uniform, still tired…
but now everyone was watching for a different reason.

kinda crazy how fast people switch up…
when they realize you’re more than what they expected.

but if I’m being honest…

some of them weren’t judging…
they just didn’t know how to look at me the same way anymore 😏

“Is the massage included… or do I have to earn your attention too?”
The massage is part of the service. My attention? That’s a premium upgrade 😌
“Do you always make people feel this good… or just me?”
Professional hands, sir. But I see what you’re trying to do.
“So… what happens after the session?”
Relaxation. Water. And you going home behaving.
“If I book another session… do I get to see you again?”
He said it like he already planned his next visit. Can’t lie… I respect the commitment.
“Be honest… do clients ever get lucky?”
Very calm. Very direct. Very bold… especially while laying face down.

Not exactly part of the treatment…

but let’s just say… confidence definitely leaves an impression. 😏

i didn’t expect i would feel that small in front of someone… 🥺

I thought it was finally something real.

We’d been talking for days.
He was gentle, patient… different.
He made me feel like I was finally worth choosing.

So when he asked to meet, I said yes.

I got ready slowly… carefully…
like this moment actually mattered.

I arrived first.
Heart racing. Hands shaking.

When he walked in, I smiled right away.

But he didn’t.

His eyes paused on me…
not with excitement…
but like he was already unsure.

We sat down, but everything felt off.

Short replies.
No eye contact.
No effort.

Like I was already a mistake he wanted to fix.

Then suddenly… he stood up.

No explanation.
No kindness.

Just a quiet:

“This isn’t for me.”

And he left.

Just like that.

I stayed there…
trying to hold myself together…
pretending I was okay while everything inside me was breaking.

I didn’t cry because he walked away.

I cried because for a moment…
I really thought someone would stay.

send me this reel… i just want someone who will stay 😭

I don’t know why I keep trying…

I always thought older men would be different. More patient. More genuine. Like they’d actually see me for who I am.

But every time, it ends the same way.

Ignored. Dismissed. Like I was never really there to begin with.

It’s like I’m only noticed when it’s convenient for them… and then suddenly I don’t exist anymore.

And it hurts more than I want to admit.

Because I wasn’t looking for something temporary. I wasn’t trying to be just another moment.

I wanted something real. Something that actually meant something.

But instead, I just feel… used, forgotten, and easily replaced.

Maybe I expect too much.
Or maybe I just keep choosing the wrong people.

Either way, it’s exhausting feeling like I’m never enough to be chosen.

Does it always end like this…?

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Long day. 13 hours straight.
Hands aching, body drained, room still carrying the weight of every client I held together today. Every knot I worked through, every story I absorbed—some people come in quiet, some come in heavy… and some leave pieces of themselves on that table.
They think it’s just a massage. They don’t see the strength it takes to keep going when your own body is already tired. They don’t feel the pressure in my hands, or the silence I carry after every session.
No breaks. No time to breathe. Just the hum of the room and the next body needing healing.
And yeah… there are moments I almost break. Moments I just sit there, exhausted, wondering how much more I can give.
But I still show up. Still heal. Still hold space.
Because this isn’t just work—it’s what I do. And I don’t stop.
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