It's funny because the girls that made me cry in elementary school were also the ones who abused me as a teenager. Maybe this explains why.
Associated Press via ABC.com:
"One thing researchers do know is that childhood slights can have lasting impacts."
Tell me about it. No matter how successful I become, not matter how much I bloom, I can pinpoint the "mean girls" from a mile away, even in their adult-form. They still have a power over me that I can not explain. They still make me cry inside and make me run for Baskin Robbin's Rum Raisin icecream. Even when you know something on the rational level, you still have no power over the emotional. I guess it didn't help that I moved to a city where mean girls dominate and where their very essence permeates all social venues.