When you learn to love yourself, at a certain point you surround yourself with people that respect you, the boundaries you fix, and what matters to you.
Then sometimes you meet someone you used to know, and the interaction throw in your face the person you used to be.

And those people didn't witness your growth. Don't know your current boundaries. And it's mortifying to see how you allowed yourself to be treated. The sht you used to put up with. Rather than being disgusted, when this happen, I experience an intense shame. And I wish I didn't.

But as much as I'm learning to love my current self, coming to term with my past self is another work that's gonna take some more time. And maybe will make me go through a lot of more embarrassing moments. It's so tempting sometimes, to just flee and forget.