Please don’t disappoint me by allowing yourself to be thin-skinned or have a chip on your shoulder.
Oh, I don’t think I’m perfect by a wide margin, yet.
And it’s entirely plausible that someone hereon could find a chip or a spot of thin skin.
But generally speaking, those don’t tend to be my pressing growing edges.
I know very keenly and emphatically of the stinking clay from which I was dug.
And, I know very emphatically the horrid fruit of sowing brittleness and vain reactionary responses out of fear and insecurity. Lived there for at least 30 years.
And you?