When I was younger, I would take my clothes off. I didn’t really have a sense that it was inappropriate, because nobody told me it was. I would do it in front of my sibling or alone, and although I doubt they’d remember it at all, I still deeply regret what I did. I only remember bits and pieces, but I am well aware of what I did. It wasn’t just taking clothes off, but I’ll spare the embarrassing details.
Another thing I’ve done, more recently, which I also feel extremely guilty about. I cussed. It might not seem too bad, but for me, someone who condones profanity, I feel hypocritical and bad, because I also directed it to myself. It was a bad day, but that’s no excuse for doing one thing I dislike.
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