From my earliest days I remember being often told that I was "too sensitive". When my brother was relentlessly teasing me (as older brothers do, bless their hearts) and I became upset, I never heard my parents tell him that he was being too harsh; the burden was always on me to buck up and develop a thicker skin. The trend continues in adulthood, something I find surprising though I think I shouldn't - we're really all still just our childhood selves masquerading as adults. Some of us present this better than others in our day to day, our jobs or our outward demeanor, but in times of quiet seclusion we still may experience childlike (if not childish) emotion or patterns that carry over from days gone by.
To a point, I understand the impulse to subdue the delicate flowers. The world is not always a kind place and it's a good quality to be able to roll with the punches. But the older I get the more I realize that sensitivity is a trait that has long been suppressed by our society, and I think that the efforts to breed this condition out of our children has lead us astray.
Sensitivity is not, and has never been, a bad quality! Being conscious and perceptive allows us to empathize with others and makes us kinder. Sensitivity allows us to recognize a lot of injustices about the world around us, even to the point of changing unnecessarily harsh laws. It helps us to nurture those who need a little extra care. Most importantly, sensitivity makes us human - and being human is an incredible gift.
The toxicity cultivated from being forced to quell one's feelings is a drag on society; a sickness that certain industries are all too ready to medicate. I don't doubt that if our culture put more of a premium on sensitivity, we would all be a lot better off. Kinder, gentler, more willing to view each other as equals rather than as competition or worse, as adversaries.
We're all in this together. It's okay to be soft. It's okay to be human.