I grew up a survivor of many forms of abuse and got to a point I didn't care what people thought of me, I was proud to be me. Until everyone I knew/know starting picking blatantly at my every flaw, people I considered them friends, the ones I met through my husband until they started hating everything about me. I'm a bad mom to them because I danced to support my son, so there fore I had no morals. I was modeling happily because I was making great money and loved the art form, and I was less to them. Then I was a piece of crap because I didn't dance wasn't working but was in school so since I didn't have a job I was useless.
I am someone & my T keeps telling me to stop caring what everyone else says/thinks about me...but it's hard when I keep getting it screamed at me by people I thought I could trust. I've reverted to hating myself, and allowed them to do so.