From a very early age, we tend to worry about what other people think, so much so that we adapt and conform so that others will accept us. We adapt to fit.
We conform partly because we have no choice. In the 1960s being a non-conformist wasn’t an option for many of us. It was always accepted that we would conform. Family and society expected us to.
In my own case, not only did I hate the fact that others assumed I would conform to their decisions, I hated the fact that I was being taken advantage of because I was so pleasing. Everyone knew I would conform therefore they didn’t have to think about how they asked, I would just fall into line.
When I began to please myself, the people who had always assumed I would conform, weren’t impressed. That didn’t matter so much to me, because I had already moved on.