From a very early age, we may worry about what other people think, so much so that we may adapt and conform. We adapt to fit in.
We conform because we may have no choice. In the 1960’s 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, others assumed I would conform, I hated being taken advantage of in that way, because I was such a pleasing child. Everyone knew I would conform therefore they didn’t have to think about how they asked, I would fall into line.
When I pleased myself, those who had always assumed, didn’t like it. It became more about them and less about me.