In real life a broken bone heals. A bruise fades. But words - they stick. They creep up on us when we are the most vulnerable. When we are at our lowest point. When we feel like nothing we do has meaning. When we are being haunted by the mistakes of our past.
Lately, the words someone
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post about Accepting Myself. I read this post again tonight and should print it out and stick it on my bedroom mirror. I said it wouldn't be easy, and I suppose trying to get over the words some idiot said is part of it. Trying not to allow the words anyone says affect me is part of it.
Maybe these childhood sayings have more to do with not ALLOWING words to hurt us than actually meaning they can't.