What if someone made a compilation of your most vulnerable moments?
What if there was a running, public tally of your flaws and mistakes?
What if they told you that collection of fragile moments, flaws, and mistakes was all you were?
What if your needs, wants, and desires were judged solely on whether they were palatable to others?
What if you were treated as a set of behaviors with no intrinsic worth of your own?
It would hurt.