Before I met you, life was boring and I was depressed. Not to say that I didn’t have things to do, but I’d lost enthusiasm to do them. You inspired me to make changes. I didn’t want to sleep anymore.
For the last three years the only thing I would reliably get out of bed for was modelling because I found it relaxing. Now I get out of bed for you.
You give me the confidence to do the things I’ve put off for the past few years. But if you’re not sure about me then I’m not sure about you either, so when you criticise my work you’re essentially saying I have nothing. And that’s something to be defensive about.