You, my darling.
You've tried so hard to be soft, beautiful, quiet, slim, polite, perfect; a rose with no thorns.
Don't try to be something you're not.
My love, do not let the world chop off your thorns. Hang on to them. They are the difference between you and the wildflower next to you, and the orchid beside her. You are all different.
Don't cut off your thorns.
Love yourself.