I was about 8 and a bit chubby. One day someone on the playground shouted out to me directly "you look like a sack of potatoes with a string around the middle". Exact words. Verbatim. I'm 82. I was 8. Do the math. Why would I hold on to that? I have no idea. We are whom we are.
Anything you've held onto that was hurtful a a child?