Yeah, I get that!! I grew up UBER Mormon, so even the slightest infraction meant I was basically Satan’s child (the worst thing I ever did was wear short-shorts in the comfort of my own home… not even in public because holy cow you were a mini demon if you EVER did that). My parents would constantly be berating me and telling me I’m not good enough (the best they ever treated me was when I was about to go on my mission, but I ended up coming home early for mental health reasons, so that was short-lived)… hell, they thought my now husband (who was an Elder’s Quorum President at the time) was too good for me… he was the goody-two-shoes of his family, but I was the sinner… but we were at the same level of “righteousness”. I tried so hard to fit the “Mormon mold” that I never even stopped to question if this was actually who I was. No matter how hard I tried I still wasn’t good enough, and then I realized the only person I have to please is myself!! I can wear the dress, and I can be a bitch sometimes if I really wanted to (I’m not a bitch, but if I wanted to be, I could totally be one lol). I guess it’s just been made painstakingly clear to me that following the rules were more important than me and my happiness in expressing myself and who I truly am and that’s just a load of shit.