- 9 years ago
- Wedding: December 2010
@ShandaK: I punched a girl too 🙂
@ShandaK: I punched a girl too 🙂
I usually ignore it, most of the time until I am alone, then I cry. Because it hurts to be called fat, ugly, or anything like that. But lately, I kind of stoop to their level and say, ‘Ha, well if want to play that game I can cut you down to size and make you cry, so do you want to keep calling me fat or do you want me to point out every little imperfection on you?’
Some boy made fun of me, and I turned the tables on him, and I ended up making him turn six shades red. Did it feel good? No, not really. I felt bad, but I was so sick of being called fat, lazy, stupid, etc. . . Thank God the ‘fat’ me is going away, and the healthier me is slowly becoming so.
i have been told im fat countless times, from my mother mainly , to family..
i also got told i looked like a dog one night i was out, from some random guy, that hurt bigtime and il never forget it.
i guess its true what they say, 100 good comments are never remembered but one bad one will stick with you for the rest of your life.
as a result i’ve serious issues with how i look and how people look at me:(
Wow, some of you have horrible mothers.
Let me start off by saying that I can relate and feel very sad for everyone on here who has a…shall we say…unsupportive family.
I was a normal sized to skinny kid all through high school and when I went to college I gained weight (from a size 4 to a size 12). My mom’s comments about my weight got SO unbearable that I stopped going home when I could avoid it. My grandma would pinch at my tummy and tell me how chubby I was and how I had to “lose the rolls” (rolls!?! I gain weight throughout my whole body, so I assure you, there were no “rolls”). All I could do was leave and cry somewhere in private. Fiance was so ridiculously and unconditionally supportive, I think that’s one of the things I love most about him. I’m a size 6 now, but I’ve started to gain some of the weight back, and I’m TERRIFIED of what my mom will say when I go home…
Don’t have time to list them all. Lol. Mainly I’d get pissed (or indignant) and go beat the crap out of my boxing bag. It’s true though. Those comments really stick, unfortunately. Reading through this I was just nodding my head. Mother, random girls at a gas station (ha), FI’s bitchy grandmother. Lol. It’s funny because NONE of these people were skinny or even average sized.
And I agree – people that haven’t experienced it should really think before judging, just like with any situation that people haven’t personally been through. IMO.
Oh — one of my friend’s mothers has an eating disorder that she TRIED to push on to her three girls. Two of which (friend included) were not naturally skinny. She would leave water and diet pills on their nightstands WHEN I WAS THERE spending the night. I was like wow, my mom is bad with her comments but not THAT bad.
Double post – whoops.
I was a fat kid and a fat adult and now I’m a tippy top of avg sized adult.
In third grade at recess, I’d finally had it, I wasn’t going to be teased again. I decided I was going to chase after my tormenter and beat her down…sadly, as a fat kid chasing an avg sized kid, I was unable to catch her, which just infuriated me even more. I feel bad for fat little me whenever I remember that.
The worst response I’ve ever had to the multiple times I was called fat or teased for being fat was to believe the lies that being overweight made me unworthly…of love, of respect, of a boyfriend or a husband. I believed it and I did a lot of stupid things to try and prove that it wasn’t true and I regret that I let myself be talked into hating myself simply because I wore bigger pants than most people.
I usually laugh (because it’s not like I haven’t heard it a million times before!) and say something like “Oh, honey. At least my mother raised me to have manners and not to insult strangers.” Then I just walk away.
I can’t believe people are so ignorant! If a stranger ever said those things to me I don’t know what I’d do! Probably cry. As I said in my earlier post, I am not quick with comebacks, and I think I would be so floored by that kind of cruelness.
I wanted to add my mother to the list of “overly concerned” mothers. She’s never been mean, or outright called me fat, but she hints, comments, and tip toes ever so closely around the topic. It’s all veiled in concern for my health, which I don’t doubt, but my mom also thinks Jennifer Aniston could stand to lose a few pounds, so she has her own issues with weight. I definintely am overweight, about 60 lbs overweight, but I am not unhappy, nor am I in denial about what I look like. I finally told her she needed to stop, and to keep it to herself, because her “helping” me was only hurting our relationship. I don’t need someone elses neurosis piled on top of my own problems. She and I are really close so, even though she was 10 types of offended, she has respencted my wishes, and we just don’t talk about it anymore.
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