What if softness is my Superpower?

For most, if not all, my life, I’ve lamented my sensitivity. As a child, I found solace in this quotation by Horace Walpole, “The world is a comedy to those that think; a tragedy to those that feel.”

What would it mean to fall in love with myself? What would it mean to fully accept all parts of me?

And what is so scary about that?