You don’t look like someone broken. You don’t look like a warrior. You don’t look like a wife. You don’t look like a mother. You don’t look like a boss. You don’t look like someone who needs help.

They list the roles like a catalog of costumes you’re supposed to fit into. They dress you up in ties, chains, toys, and crowns. But the human body is not proof of a role, not a certificate of status, not an illustration of feeling.

“You don’t look like” – a tired confession that the world has learned to look, but not to see.