The very things I must protect myself from in order to lovingly care for, support, and trust myself are those things that I allow when I want, expect, or wish that someone else would protect me or that others know what is best for me. This is boundaries.
The armour is a little too "corset"-y for me, but the detail work on the breastplate is beautiful, and the shoulders look fairly practical (though I'd want them to cover that gap better at the breastplate). Nice elbows too.
In his own words: "I was under constant stress and walking on eggshells. She would spend half an hour yelling at me for not wiping the counter top, but I could not comment on her overspending. She frequently told me,”You should be like a knight in shining armor that takes care of everything” and ”You should put me on a pedestal and worship the ground I walk up on.”