When I was younger, I was always obsessed (?) with what people thought of me. I always wanted to please people, and I was willing to do anything or be anything. I was willing to change whatever I had to to be liked. I hadn’t yet learned that my opinion mattered most. It was the only opinion I needed to be worried about. I hadn’t yet realized that I could dress, think, believe however I wanted to, but that at the end of the day, I was the one who needed to be happy with myself.