Marilyn Monroe was more than just a Hollywood bombshell—she was a complicated, intelligent, and deeply charismatic woman who shaped an entire era. She played into the blonde, doe-eyed image the industry wanted, but underneath was someone far more powerful, someone who understood the game better than people gave her credit for.

What draws me to her isn’t just her beauty or her fame, but the way she carried both strength and vulnerability. She wanted to be seen for more than her looks, for the depth she had beyond the roles she was given. She fought for better parts, studied her craft, and refused to be just another pretty face. And yet, the world still tried to own her, control her, and take from her without giving enough in return.

Serving someone like Marilyn wouldn’t just be about admiration—it would be about offering the kind of loyalty and protection she rarely had. Making sure she had space to be herself, to feel safe, to not have to be “on” all the time. She deserved to be worshiped not just for the image, but for the real person beneath it.