Fawn: The Art of Appeasing

You scan the room for safety — not with your fists or feet, but with your smile. You offer warmth even when you're freezing inside. You become who they need you to be.

This isn’t weakness. It’s intelligence born of necessity. Somewhere, your nervous system learned that survival meant softening, shrinking, smoothing tension before it sparks.

And yet, beneath the pleasing, there is a truth. A self. A child who deserved unconditional love. You don’t have to disappear to be safe anymore.

You are here. And you matter.