It is a painful reminder of the weapons that were used to hurt me as a child. Those weapons were words. I once heard someone say something that made a lot of sense to me. It is similar to the message I carried through my childhood, although much more true. That is quite wrong.
Words can hurt much more than sticks or stones, and leave scars that run much deeper.
I was slightly overweight, and I was a tomboy. It is a well known fact that children can often be cruel, and they most often use nickname and name-calling. My peers found that I was unaffected by physical teasing, so they started the name-calling. They found that doing so was the only way to provoke a response from me, sometimes a violent one. I was not afraid of them, I was stronger than many of them.