I do not miss sex work. I do not miss being groomed into sex work my whole life. I do not miss being homeless with no health insurance doing sex work. I do not miss my hyper-sexuality that I viewed as an inherent part of my being. I do not miss being catcalled and lusted after for just existing in public. I do not miss the way my back would ache from wearing pleasers. I do not miss how badly sex work triggered my BPD. I do not miss how many times I split from trauma sustained in sex work. I do not miss realizing that every single man I knew secretly viewed me as an object. I do not miss the older women who kept trying to traffic me. I do not miss people assuming I would have sex with them. I do not miss my young, programmed alters having free reign. I do not miss the addiction, the need to numb the pain and bury the pain under more pain. I do not miss the flashbacks to our childhood. I do not miss my sex worker mother trying to pimp me out. I do not miss being assaulted every 5-7 business days. I do not miss any of it.