You’re worthless. You’re nothing. You’re a pile of shit.
I have been bullied my whole life saying I’m fat, the least I need is to come home and get called fat by my own mother.
Your mistakes from the past do not define you as a whole. And if anyone who claims to “love” you judges you for one incident that happened in your life, then they are doing it wrong. You don’t only love someone when all is well and they’re being flawless, you also love them through the tough times, the rainy days, the times where they’ve committed an act of the most unbelievably idiotic thing. You love them anyway.