Growing up I was sometimes on the receiving end of hurtful words. I was teased for speaking Spanish, wearing the wrong shoes, and packing my lunch. When I was older some of peers seemed to have figured out (even before I fully did) that I was different and words like “dyke” were launched at me. Those words stuck with me.
Featured image: “Sticks and Stones,” used with permission from ppalmer21′s Flickr stream.