Letters to Marilyn: What She Might Have Said If the World Had Listened

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 Letters to Marilyn: What She Might Have Said If the World Had Listened

Introduction

What would Marilyn Monroe say—if she could speak now? Not to the press. Not on a movie set. But honestly, quietly, as a woman writing a letter no one else may ever read.

This isn’t a biography. It’s a series of imagined letters, drawn from fragments of her real words, her life, and the heartbreaks she wore beneath silk and spotlight. Each letter is a glimpse—not into the icon, but into the human being who carried that icon on trembling shoulders.

Letter One: To the Girl in the Mirror

"You are not what they say you are."

I say it every morning, even when the reflection laughs.

They say I’m beautiful. That I’m lucky. That men die for women like me. But I don’t feel beautiful. Not in the morning light. Not with my face washed clean. Not with my thoughts undressed and circling like vultures.

They named me Marilyn, but I was born Norma. Norma still lives somewhere under all this blonde. She’s quieter. She bites her nails. She cries too easily. Marilyn never cries, not where anyone can see.

But maybe I’m not two women. Maybe I’m a woman trying to become whole.

Letter Two: To the Men Who Said They Loved Me

Was it me you loved—or the shimmer I wore?

You touched me like you were reaching for a dream. But dreams don’t bleed. I did. I still do.

Love should have felt like home. Instead, it felt like waiting. For the call. The door slam. The apology that never came.

They wrote scripts for me, but never listened when I tried to write my own lines. And even the men who said they believed in me still wanted me quiet, pretty, and grateful.

If love was real, it wouldn’t have made me feel so lonely in a room full of hands.

Letter Three: To the Girl Who Wanted to Be a Star

You made it.

Not just in lights—but in the eyes of strangers. They remember you, long after the credits. But fame didn’t feel like you thought it would, did it?

It was heavy. Too heavy for one heart. You thought it would heal the hurt. That applause would quiet the echoes of rejection. But it only made them louder.

They loved your voice. But not your silence.
They loved your smile. But not your sadness.
They wanted the shimmer, not the shadow.

You became what they wanted, even as it slowly unmade you.

Letter Four: To the Child Who Was Never Held Long Enough

Sometimes I imagine a hand brushing my hair.

Not in a studio. Not before a shoot. Just… because.

I think children need to be touched, not as props but as people. I don’t remember that kind of touch. Only hands that took. Or hands that hovered. Never hands that healed.

No child should grow up wondering if they were wanted.

No woman should become famous just to feel visible.

Letter Five: To the World

You looked at me. But did you ever really see me?

You saw a dress. A wiggle. A wink. You saw a fantasy.

But did you see the woman who stayed up all night practicing one line of dialogue, terrified she’d ruin it? Did you see the girl who read Dostoevsky between takes? Did you notice how tired I looked when I thought no one was watching?

You consumed me like candy, sweet and disposable. But I was never candy.

I was flesh and flaws. I still am.

Conclusion: If She Had Written This Herself…

Maybe this is what she would’ve said. Or maybe she said it all along—and we just never listened.

Marilyn Monroe wasn’t a mystery to solve or a myth to repeat. She was a woman who tried to be heard in a world that loved her image more than her truth.

These letters aren’t hers. But they are honest. And that’s what she always tried to be.



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