This question circulates her world, but she has the orientation wrong.
She is searching for someone, something to ask HER to be theirs - because it would give a sense of approval or validation she so desperately seeks. When she doesn’t receive it in the form she imagines she uses that as evidence that in fact she doesn’t matter. This false cycle repeats for a lifetime.
Then, miraculously, she realizes the questions is most potent when arranged like this:
Will I be mine?
Will I belong fiercely, wholly, completely to myself? Will I claim myself as the most magnificent creature that exists? Will I hold my heart with tenderness as I return to the purest, wildest version of me? Can I accept myself? Will I be mine?
Yes.
Yes, I will be mine. I’m glad you finally asked.