What is the worst comment you ever got about your weight?

a stranger on the street told me that i would really pretty if i lost 20lbs...

I have heard a lot, but the one that sticks with me forever was when I was 17 and in the show choir in high school. The director, who wasn't a thin person herself called me into her office. We were ordering new dresses and she wanted to know my size. I had just bought a homecoming dress and I told her I was a 14. She laughed and me and said, "There is no way....you are a 16 or an 18 for sure." Then a few days later she said in front of the entire show choir group, "I just ordered the dresses for the ladies and it looks like Sara is the fattest girl in show choir."

That still rings in my brain almost 20 years later....the fattest girl in show choir.

Since I can remember my dad nick-named me, "Hank the Tank" I am 45 years old, and it still stings. I want to lose 50 pounds and then we will see if I'm still Hank the Tank.

How rude.....

I would have to say when our son was 3 months old maybe I was with my husband and he was getting his hair cut at a hair salon and a single mom was cutting his hair and she said and I quote, "Wow, your wife hasn't lost her baby fat yet, I lost all my pregnancy weight by the time my daughter was four weeks old". She thought he should dump this fat cow and pick her up, b/c she was so hot and stylin'....needless to say, I told him he would never get his hair done by that bee-Otch again! He's a good man....he never did!

You're too pretty to be so damn fat!

I didn't know whether to say thank you or cry!

My step dad and I had a really crappy relationship when we first became a family (it's way better now) He used to call me fat *kitten* and make fun of my weight all the time. The worst was from my grandfather who looked at me and said that he understood why I was bugged so much and in his words "there is no reason for you to be that big".

The most hurtful comments are from family.
My mother: "You disgust me. I don't want to look at you."
My brother: "Fat people are just plain unacceptable human beings."
My grandmother called me fat when I weighed 120 lbs, and harangued me to lose more weight. (I'm 5 foot 6). When I dropped down to 118, she then said, "Now you're too skinny."

I don't listen to these people any longer.
These days my mother warbles "I just am concerned about your HEALTH. Don't you want to be HEALTHY?" (emphasis hers)
Yeesh. I really get tired of dog whistle insults.

On the good side, my hubby tells me how beatiful he thinks I am, and says he doesn't care if I'm fat or thin.

His words count a LOT.

My great aunt is the queen of backhanded compliments... my favorite being: "Wow, your a** looks less fat!" after smacking me on the butt hard. Didn't bother me too much as she says things like that to everyone and as I've gotten older, things like that roll off my back.

Recently, "Oh Hannah's roller derby friend lost 75 pounds in a year doing derby. 75! So...when are you going to sign up?"
That one stung. Nevermind that she is my aunt and in 2011 I lost around 60 in less than a year. *grumble*

My mother is the absolute worst when it comes to making someone feel like crap. She always like to laugh while telling me that I was so fat as a baby they would just prop me up in the corner of the couch and I couldn't go anywhere. They thought it was cute to call me porky when I was little. My son overheard her telling someone recently they wouldn't recognize me if they ran into me on the street because I had gotten so fat. Shopping for clothes years back with my sister,I looked at a black dress and commented on hearing black was slimming. Her response was "throw a tent over an elephant and it's still and elephant." I have heard the "You have such a pretty face" comment so many times.

I have heard a lot of hurtful things in over the years. But like another post said sometimes the things that go unsaid hurt just as much. I have lost a total of 37 lbs since I started focusing on losing weigh and my husband has not acknowledged it. I mentioned to him recently I lost 35 lbs and his responses was "maybe you should start exercising more."

On the other hand I do have some great friends, my best friend is my greatest cheerleader. A close friend who always lets me know how beautiful i am. Ran into an ex-coworker recently and the first thing she said is "Wow, you have lost some weight. Great job!!"

The only comment that I can remember was the one where a neighbor mom told me that I was "chunky" or "chubby" (which I wasn't) or something like that. I must have looked at her like she had a third eye because she started back-peddling on her verbiage. And I remember it because I believe it was the first time that I even thought about how I looked to others.

The night before my wedding, my bridesmaids and I, and my future sister in law were hanging out drinking and I have no clue how the conversation started, but my naturally thin sister in law says to me and my friends (who 2 of the 3 is over weight) "I use to be big like you girls, I was a size 14". I didn't say a word, when I wanted to F**k her up for saying that S**T to my friends. Made me laugh as well because I was actually a size 10. Good to know that she thinks I'm 2 sizes bigger than I am, right before my wedding. Aww thanks! Your so kind!

My worst one was after a loss I had gained about 40 lbs in three months. (Was severly depressed and they absolutely knew it)

I was in the kitchen making lunch and they came up and leaned on the counter and looked at me with a slanted mouth and said "You don't want to end up like your sister do you, you don't want to be fat as a whale?"

That broke me, to say that to someone who was already challenged by their own feelings on their life and their weight and to just come out and say it like that. They also used to say these sort of things to my sister thinking it was a motivator. It made us hate ourselves and hate him for a long time. He is my step-dad and now he know's what it did to us and how we felt when he would say that stuff (he did it almost every time he saw us) and now he is so much better about it so I am thankful not to hear those old 'motivators'.

It surprises me how people don't realize how much words can hurt.

My mom was the only one who's ever said anything about my weight, and she started when I was around 5 or 6 (my siblings are tall and slender, with slim hips and shoulders -- just like mom and dad were. I have a totally different body type).

I look at pictures from when I was a kid, teenager, and young adult, and I am thin in all of them...but next to my siblings and parents, I look bigger, because I have wide shoulders, wide hips, and I'm much shorter. Needless to say, even now that I really am fat, I actually feel thinner than I did as a kid because I was constantly being told I was big, and now that mom's gone, no one ever tells me I am, or that I need to lose weight (although, now I actually DO need to lose weight). Oddly enough, she didn't want me playing sports as a kid, and would get upset if I rode my bike out of our neighborhood; plus she'd make me eat everything she served me and then complain about how much I was eating (it did not help that my siblings and parents could eat enormous amounts of food without gaining weight, and those are the portions Mom would serve me).

To this day, my body image does not actually match my body.

I loved my mom dearly, and miss her. She really did come from a place of love with all of this, but it took a long time for me to realize that someone can love you with all their heart and still be dysfunctional.

While I may not have been the most perfect parent myself, at least my kids have a good body image and good attitude towards food (you always try to fix the things your parents did wrong...doesn't mean you won't get other stuff wrong!).

You're too pretty to be so damn fat!

I didn't know whether to say thank you or cry!

While staying with my grandmother I stored some of my clothes in one of her dresser drawers. I was sitting in the living room with my uncle, when my cousin (his daughter) came into the living room holding my underwear at their full stretching capacity asking "whose panties are these in Mammaw's drawer. Good grief they are huge!!"

My panties were huge (I was a size 24/26) and I was not in any denial about my size. But, to show off my panties in front of her dad was utterly boorish! If my panties had been her size that would have been extremely inappropriate!! Neither me nor my uncle could even say a word. We were both in stunned silence. I was 11 and she was 16 and extremely hateful!

I have forgiven her, but I cannot forget it!