She told me once that she'd heard any number of terrible things about me which turned-out to be "not true at all".
She admired me for not caring about these detractors.
Of course, I do care. Probably most people want to be liked. It's painful having to confront the inevitable fact that there are people who don't.
Still. In any reasonable perspective it's not worth the energy trying to manage the perceptions of others. Misunderstanding is the nature of things, and anyway, why should anyone be expected to care?