I can't take criticism.
When you go off on me I will be as kind as I can be.
I was "trained" to be polite and be a people-pleaser and when I wasn't I was ridiculed and insulted.
I was confronted about my looks as being ugly and gross.
They wanted to take me down and I let them... I still do.
If I were to eat any more than a salad I was fat.
If I spoke my truth I would be called I lair.
If I were myself I would be weird.
But I go home to the same abuse and don't say anything.