I was told to be good.

I was told to be pretty.
I was told looks don’t count.
I was told to have long hair.
I was told to have straight hair.
I was told to have curls.
I was told to have bangs.
I was told bobby pins would hold back the bangs while I grew them out.
I was told to get a bob.
I was told hair grows quickly.
I was told to grow up.
I was told to stay young.
I was told to brush my teeth.
I was told to keep my mouth shut.
I was told to be skinny.
I was told that I should eat three square meals a day.
I was told to be skinnier.
I was told that if I lost any more weight I would die.
I was told that I could sing.
I was told that I could dance.
I was told that I sing and dance but not well enough.
I was told to stop singing.
I was told to get married.
I was told to have kids.
I was told I should breastfeed.
I was told I should stop breastfeeding.
I was told I should breastfeed on a schedule.
I was told I should breastfeed on demand.
I was told not to breastfeed in public.
I was told every woman should have a daughter.
I was told it’s a boy.
I was told it’s a boy.
I was told it’s a boy.
I was told it’s a boy.
I was told to try again.
I was told that boys are easier than girls.
I was told, last night, by my 21 year old son, that he loves me.
I was told to get a job.
I was told that what I do isn’t really work.
I was told to get more jobs.
I was told I need 8 hours of sleep.
I was told four hours of sleep is fine.
I was told that it is ok if I don’t sleep.
I was told Ambien would work.
I was told Ambien would stop working if I took it for 15 years.
I was told to not stress about sleep.
I was told to just go to sleep.
I was told to get out of bed and push through.
I was told that my father was close to death while I was at a Depeche Mode concert on my birthday.
I was told I’d been reported by a neighbor for making a “She Shed.”
I was told I’m an amazing director.
I was told that my casting choices were terrible because “their kids” didn’t get parts they wanted.
I was told to make my English class challenging.
I was told to make my English class less challenging.
I was told to cover up.
I was told to show more skin.
I was told to wax any skin that showed.
I was told it wouldn’t hurt.
I waz toled I can’t spelllll.
I was told to take bigger steps.
I was told to slow down.
I was told to close my feet.
I was told to dance faster.
I was told to stop dancing in the kitchen; it’s embarrassing.
I was told to speak up.
I was told to shut up.
I was told to hold it in.
I was told to let it go.
I was told to not use the bathroom in first class if I’m sitting in coach.
I was told to look my best.
I was told it doesn’t matter; no one is looking anymore.
I was told to clean the house.
I was told to do the laundry.
I was told to do the shopping, load up the car, unload the car, put everything away, make dinner, serve dinner, clean up.
I was told to relax.
I was told not to worry.
I was told that everything would be ok.
I was told to pick up toilet paper on the way home from work.

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