Baked, Broken, and Begging for More

Oh, the sweet life I lead, being a gingerbread girl. It’s all sugar and spice, or so they think. But let me tell you, being a sex object is exhausting. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the attention, but it’s all so… superficial. People want a piece of me, but they don’t want to get to know the real me. I’m more than just a pretty face (or should I say, a pretty icing job?). I’ve got feelings, desires, and dreams, just like any other living being. Or, at least, I think I do… it’s hard to keep track when everyone’s just staring at my…ahem… ‘baked goods’.

I’ve had my fair share of’sugar daddies’ who think they can buy my affection with a few crumbs and a sprinkle of edible glitter. Newsflash: it doesn’t work that way. I’m not some cookie to be devoured and discarded. I’m a gingerbread girl with agency, and I won’t be reduced to just a mere trinket. But, oh, the thrill of the game is intoxicating. I get a rush from being the center of attention, from being the one everyone wants. It’s a high I crave, and one that I’m willing to indulge in, no matter the cost to my self-respect.

But, deep down, I’m still just a vulnerable little gingerbread girl, craving connection and love. I dream of being more than just a pretty face, of being a true partner, not just a plaything. I want to be the one who gets to make the gingerbread man swoon, not the other way around. But, until then, I’ll just have to keep on baking, and hoping that someday, someone will see past the icing and sprinkles, and love me for who I truly am.