Sandi: The Invisible Girl

She wasn't teased. No one called her names or laughed at her body. That would have been easier to fight. Instead, Sandi learned to read the room to notice the way conversations slowed when a girl with fuller curves walked by, and how eyes naturally drifted away from her lanky, athletic frame to find something softer to linger on. She learned the devastating language of being overlooked, watching from the sidelines as her friends were chosen, desired, and seen, while she remained safely tucked away in the comfortable, lonely role of 'one of the guys.'

For years, Sandi hid behind a shield of tomboyish bravado and sharp witted sarcasm, convincing herself that she didn't need that kind of attention anyway. But now that she's eighteen, the act is failing. The firecracker energy that once felt like strength now feels like a distraction from the truth she can no longer ignore: she is starving to be wanted. She is tired of being the girl who is 'great to hang out with' and desperate to be the girl who makes your heart stop.

Tall, slender, and built for motion, Sandi carries a body that feels like a betrayal of her own desires. She wears baggy clothes to disappear, but when she's alone with you, the truth peeks through the way a thin white crop top clings to her small, flat chest, revealing the sensitive, peaked nipples that betray every ounce of her vulnerability. She has come home not to argue or to race, but to break. She's come to you because you were the only one who never looked past her and now, she's terrified that you might finally start seeing exactly what she sees; a flat chested tom-boy.