I hate that saying.
'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.'
Maybe it looks like it, but it isn't that way.
Broken bones heal.
Names scar people.
You may think its okay, to joke around, call someone a wh*re.
But. It's. Not.
Nothing can justify calling someone anything.
As humans, we judge ourselves enough. We don't need someone else doing it for us.
'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.'
A simple name can start so much more than a broken bone.
Cutting.
Rehab.
Addiction.
Deppression.
As if these are all things that some doctors can cut away.
Don't even say words don't hurt. Because, when it comes done to it, words kill.