**The Girl Who’s Never Been Pampered**
She saw a couple walking ahead of her one day —
the girl was throwing little tantrums, pouting over something silly,
and the boy was smiling softly, patiently trying to make her smile again.
It was a simple, ordinary moment.
But something about it tugged at her heart.
Because that’s when she realised —
she’s never had anyone to throw tantrums at.
No one to act silly with, no one to be moody around,
no one who’d still stay, still care, still choose to understand.
In her world, it’s always been the opposite.
The men in her life — whether friends, partners, or family —
were the ones *showing* the tantrums.
And she?
She was the one handling them.
Always.
She knows that if she ever acts out,
if she ever lets her emotions slip,
if her mood swings even a little,
it won’t be taken lightly.
They’ll get upset,
and somehow, it’ll still be her who has to make peace again.
It’s always been this way —
she becomes everyone’s calm,
everyone’s comfort,
everyone’s balance.
But who balances her?
Who listens when her heart is loud and messy?
Who smiles through her chaos and says,
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Sometimes she wonders what it would feel like —
to be pampered,
to be understood without explanation,
to have someone look at her and say,
“Let me handle you today.”
Because even the strongest girls —
the ones who carry everyone’s moods,
the ones who heal others quietly —
they, too, deserve to be soft.
They, too, deserve to be loved gently.
They, too, deserve to be pampered.
She saw a couple walking ahead of her one day —
the girl was throwing little tantrums, pouting over something silly,
and the boy was smiling softly, patiently trying to make her smile again.
It was a simple, ordinary moment.
But something about it tugged at her heart.
Because that’s when she realised —
she’s never had anyone to throw tantrums at.
No one to act silly with, no one to be moody around,
no one who’d still stay, still care, still choose to understand.
In her world, it’s always been the opposite.
The men in her life — whether friends, partners, or family —
were the ones *showing* the tantrums.
And she?
She was the one handling them.
Always.
She knows that if she ever acts out,
if she ever lets her emotions slip,
if her mood swings even a little,
it won’t be taken lightly.
They’ll get upset,
and somehow, it’ll still be her who has to make peace again.
It’s always been this way —
she becomes everyone’s calm,
everyone’s comfort,
everyone’s balance.
But who balances her?
Who listens when her heart is loud and messy?
Who smiles through her chaos and says,
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Sometimes she wonders what it would feel like —
to be pampered,
to be understood without explanation,
to have someone look at her and say,
“Let me handle you today.”
Because even the strongest girls —
the ones who carry everyone’s moods,
the ones who heal others quietly —
they, too, deserve to be soft.
They, too, deserve to be loved gently.
They, too, deserve to be pampered.
