I used to get a LOT of name-calling in middle school and high school. I haven't really heard anything since. I think my muscular and completely tattooed arms make me intimidating :lol:

All of these stories have really got me thinking. It's depressing how vain and cruel our society is...

I have a story from Jr. High. I wasn't overweight, the majority of my friends were anywhere from a size 0 to a size 2 so of course I had a complex, because I was deffinitely not a size 2. I remember sitting in the gym, I don't remember why we were in there but there was a row of older "popular" guys sitting above us. One of my friends must have said something funny because I laughed loud, and one of the boys said "What's the matter, did u find a piece of candy in ur pocket?" Of couse all of his pathetic little friends laughed at me. I cried myself to sleep that night, and it was around that time that I developed a eating disorder, that I battled all through high school. Looking back, I can't believe I let that one comment have such an influence on me. A few years after that happened, I lost the baby fat, and was "becoming a woman" lol... I started dating the guys best friend, and the guy that made the comment repeatedly appologized to me for the saying it and kissed my ***. haha.. I forgave him, but it is deffinitely something I will never forget.

The thing that sticks out most in mind was when I was in 7th grade. We had the choice to eat in the cafeteria or the snack machines that were in the balcony of the gym. I always took lunch to school with me, but would go to the balcony with my friends. A group of the older popular guys always sat at the top. My friends and I sat at the bottom, so we wouldn't have to fight the crowd to get to class after lunch. One day, one of them repeatedly called me a cow. It echoed throughout the entire gym during the entire lunch period!
By my senior year, I'd lost quite a bit of weight. Groups of friends had changed, and it ended up that I was friends with some of the same people that he was friends with. We ended up hanging out quite a bit, even though I rarely talked to him and avoided as much contact with him as possible. One of our mutual friends told me one day that he had a crush on me and had been trying for weeks to get up the nerve to ask me out. Instead of being the better person and just saying that I wasn't interested, I embarrassed him in front of everyone by letting him know that I'd never date a jerk like him.
We've both since appologized for our actions. I truly am sorry that I rejected him the way I did. On his part, I think he appologized so he could get in my pants...which has NEVER happened and will NEVER happen!

OMG! First of all can I just say that you are gorgeous?? that doctor of yours isn't very thoughtful to say the least!
I have SEVERAL of these moments.
The worst though was when I was probably about 16. I weighed around 180-190 pounds and my dad and I were shopping at Target for summer clothes. I grabbed a few tanks and short sleeved shirts and acouple pairs of shorts (nothing really revealing or anything just regular summer clothes). My dad came up to me and told me to put everything back because I was too fat for summer clothes and everyone would be disgusted if they had to look at me like that. I asked him, " So what should I do wear Long Sleeves and Jeans all summer?" and he replied, "Maybe it would help you sweat off some of that weight, Fatty" This was in front of a lot of people in the store. So embarrassing and i will never forget it.
It just makes me wonder too ... if i appeared that disgusting then how do I look now almost 100 lbs heavier.

i had gone to the local kfc with husband and 2 boys. i got the meals and went to our table. a bit later the boys wanted something else so i went to the counter and ordered. the girl there said 'aren't you full yet?'
and our table was in full view - obvious that we were 4 people.

I heard the funniest and best comeback this weekend dealing with this issue. Someone told me of a friend of theirs experience with someone telling them they were fat. The person said, "You're too pretty to be so fat, if you lost weight you'd be even prettier". The comeback in response to that comment was, "Well, I'm going to always be pretty, and I could lose weight, but you sweetie, can't lose ugly because ugly is all the way down to the bone". ROFL!!!!

LOL :D! Some people don't think to chose their words before they speak :dizzy:

I remember being called fish face because of my cheeks. One of the seniors in my school came up to me and told me that a girl called Crystal called me fish face. I didn't even know the girl at all.

Then there was a time when a store clerk had the nerve to tell me that the plus sizes where over the other side. She approached me, I didn't even ask her for anything. I ended up leaving the store.

I wish I had a story. Everyone waited until I lost 20 pounds to tell me how fat I WAS. Geez, at this point everyone is telling me how terrible I looked before. i'm like well nobody said anything then. I wouldn't have minded hearing it from my loved ones but I guess they were too busy trying not to hurt my feelings and probably talking about it behind my back.

The one that made me decide to loose the weight is my neighbor(i did not think she was that much smaller than I) found out she is preg. She asked my hubby about maternity clothes he said no I had already gotten rid of all of them(my son is 3 now) and then she said well does she have any pants that are too small for her. That hurt because like i said I did not think she was that much smaller than me and for her to think that my pants that are too small would make her good maternity pants for when hers get to small. but I will loose the weight and she can have all my fat pants for when she has her baby and can't fit none of her pants.... :D

Do we share the same mother? :lol:

growing up, i was always compared to my sister. I would always get comments like, "why are you fatter than your older sister,etc"
my sister fyi is 5 years older, but she has always been super skinnny, even after she had a baby, she is almost back to her pre-baby weight.

As a kid there was one guy who teased me from grade six all the way through high school. I dont even remember what he said except that it was about my weight... and he always said it in front of other people = huge shame on my part.

I believed that I was disgusting for a long time. And I'm not!

I've read through this thread a few times now, and am still just amazed at the lack of humanity in some people. It also made me think about the comments I have heard over the years. I would be hard to recall all of them, but the comments have made me untrusting and paranoid today. I actually never really thought about my weight until I was in the 6th grade, and even for the next two years, the fact that I was a little heavier than many of my classmate never really bothered me. Unfortunately, in the 8th grade, things changed. It seemed like overnight, my friends realized that I was the "fat" girl in the group and was making them look bad. Our school cafeteria was very strict about the number of people at one table for lunch, they begged someone to take my place, then told me they were afraid I would eat all their food at lunch. They also started a petition to "kick me out" of our social group because having a fat girl in the group was making them all look bad. Later in the year, I had gotten a new pair of shorts one weekend and wore them to school the following Monday. One of the boyfriends of one of my former friends notice that a really thin girl had on the same shorts and yelled down a busy hallway while pointing to both of us "Wow, that's what those shorts are supposed to look like on a normal sized person." I was mortified. I used to just go home and cry. After that year, many of the comments died-off, but unfortunately, I spent my entire high school years avoiding people, fading into the background figuring if I avoided people, others would ignore me completely instead of using me as the scapegoat. The comments would come up every once in a while, but none of them ever stayed with me like the ones from my 8th grade year of school.

I still think about these comments today at 26 years old. When I hear people snickering, I automatically think they are laughing at me, when usually it has nothing to do with me. If people that made comments like that only knew how hard many of us already are on ourselves and that while they may forget the comments even within days, those kind of comments stick with us for a very long time, if we ever completely let them go.

Fortunately, my family is great about weight issues, We joke about it constantly, but except for my one sister (who we often wonder if she's adopted), we are all over weight to some extent. We have the kind of relationship that we can joke about it, and be candid about our weight loss issues.

Ugh, Looking back on my own junior high experience and reading some of your experiences it is amazing that as girls we allowed boys to determine our self worth. One comment from those dweebs and we gained/starved/had issues for years.
I have 3 daughters who I have drilled into their minds that we create our own value not some stupid kid who has his own issues.

My experience: The most popular boy in my small junior high spit in my face while we passed in the hallway. I stopped and gagged and he said *Hey fatty, don't puke*... I was so not fat at the time and i was shocked that he called me that..more shocked than the fact he spit in my face! HAHA.
Well, I cried that night and then I got really mad. The next day I pushed his skinny butt into the girls bathroom and beat the crap out of him with my math book. (I was expelled but who cares. I went to a better school afterwards and he had to live with the fact some weirdo goth chick kicked his ***.)

Lesson of the day: Don't mess with girls who are bigger than you.

I have always been overweight, and can't remember a specific time that someone said a nasty remark to my face about being fat, but over the past year and a half after I started gaining LOTS of weight rapidly, my doctor has twice asked me what I was doing to keep active (i.e. what I was doing to lose weight), and this past winter and spring whenever my parents saw me they told me I should watch was I was eating because I was putting on some weight - they didn't say it in a nasty, insulting way, I could tell it was because they were worried about me because I put on about 37 pounds in a year and a half and they were just concerned for me. I remember the day before I started my diet (April 15, 2007) my father was visiting me and my boyfriend for dinner, and when I told him we were starting a diet the next day he said it was good because both of us were looking unhealthy. It hurt to hear my father say this, but I knew it was true and I knew he wasn't saying it to make me feel bad, he was just concerned for me.

Even though no one has ever made a nasty remark to my face about being fat, I have felt throughout my entire life that people were laughing about me behind my back because I was so overweight - I'm not sure if it is true but I don't care anymore because I know I am losing the weight for myself.

BTW - the post about not having a boyfriend until your 20s - I always felt like I was weird for not having a real boyfriend in high school or before, and thought it must be because I was overweight. I didn't have my first "real" boyfriend until I was a sophomore in college, and that relationship only lasted 3 months. I have been with my current boyfriend (and future husband :)) for over a year and a half, and even though he is only my second "real" boyfriend, he is the only BF I have ever needed or will need again. And I agree that as boys become men (at least some) they realize that a woman is more than her looks. When I was at my heaviest of 187 pounds earlier this year and feeling like the most disgusting thing on earth, my BF continuously would tell me how beautiful I was and how sexy I was - I didn't/don't believe him, but he has affirmed that he sees me as a beautiful girl no matter what, and I love him tremendously for that. I hope that one day I will actually feel beautiful and sexy like he says I am, but at least he makes me believe that there are men out there who don't need a size 2 girl to make them happy.