Your most humiliating "fat" experience.
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As a guy you don't hear it nearly as much, but this to me is the worst of all. "I've gotten the run faster fat *kitten*!" before, and that one to me just sucks. You are working to make yourself better and people are going to attack you? That's just sick. I don't care how morbidly obese the person is, if they are at the gym, they should be applauded.
You're kicking *kitten*, and you can only make yourself better than you were the day before, there is nothing we can do about the ice cream we ate 10 years ago!
This is why I work out in privacy in my basement--I am terrified of this exact thing! It is terrible. And why on earth would you want to attack a complete stranger who has done nothing to you? People can be monsters.0 -
I work at a martial arts school. When your job is physical, there comes a point where your body doesn't respond to that work in terms of weight loss. I hadn't been working out in the AM, was eating poorly and had gained a lot of weight.
Someone came to me and said, "Someone asked me if you are pregnant."
I nearly died.0 -
after waiting in a very long line, not being able to get on an amusement park ride with my daughter and her being upset over it.0
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5th grade. We had a social humiliation amplification ritual called "scoliosis testing". We all had to stand in a line with our shirts off, put our hands together when we got to the nurse, and bend over so she could see if we had scoliosis. Two kids ahead of me was the only dude in the 5th grade sporting a six pack.
I had moved to the USA from Canada the year before, and was introduced to school lunches bought at school instead of brown bagging it. I went from fit and active to being the foreign fat kid.0 -
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First off, put your bathing suit on. You are beautiful no matter what! My worst experience came at a family gathering where my 3 older sisters were talking to the waitress and I ordered a salad. They are all thin and were eating hamburgers or something. Well, anyway, one of them told the waitress, loudly, that I was the "fluffy" younger sister and couldn't enjoy what they were eating and I had some work to do before I ever looked like them again. Insulting YES! However, it shows somebody's true character when they make comments like that.0
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im confused as to why you would marry someone who is that rude and demeaning?0
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growing up my dad always called me fat boy... looking back I was not really that fat... a little overweight but nothing to major... but I got used to being the fat boy... it was just who I was... when I was in my 20's he apologized (un prompted on my part) about it and I am good with that... but I look back at it and think it was what made me what I was...
I am with you here. I am tall for a woman (5'10.5") and I was always "the big girl" while all my female relatives were relatively petite. I think I lived into that picture everyone had of "the big girl". It took me an extremely long time to realize the only definition of me that matters is mine. What's crazy is I look back and I wasn't even that fat. Kind of chubby, but definitely not massively obese person like I thought I was.
I think the worst was freshman year of high school when I had this huge crush on a guy named Mike who was a senior. My friend and I found his phone number and called him. He didn't know me, but was all happy to talk to me on the phone and seemed to be into me. Later that night or the next day he and his friend said they would stop over to meet me. When he saw me, he and his friend seemed disgusted. They left after about 10 minutes. If that had been the end of it, it wouldn't have been so bad.
When we went back to school, he and his friends would see me in the hallways and would bark, moo, physically shove me into lockers from behind, push my books out of my arms, trip me, you name it. All I did was think he was cute and call him once. I didn't tell anyone because I thought it was my fault for being fat an unattractive. I had to alter my routes through the hallways because it was so bad (and our school was not big).
I saw that he was friends with one of my friends on Facebook and he had a picture of him and his wife. At first I thought it was a picture of him and his brother, because she was a bit...um...masculine. No, I'm laughing at something else...really...0 -
Trying to get inside a tube at a water park so I could go down the slide with my daughter. It was such a struggle to shove myself in there it was SNL worthy. That was after losing almost 50 pounds. It keeps me focused on losing the rest. Keeps me focused on the beauty of health and the things I want to be doing.0
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I can lose weight, you can't fix stupid. :laugh:
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My biggest humiliation was when I was with my high school sweet heart and his sister just got a piece of junk car and the shocks in the back were shot. She actually announced in front of everyone that I HAVE to sit in the middle of the back seat so it wouldn't weigh down one side or the other.0
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Your husband is rude...ARGH. I have been heavy all of my adult life, but if anyone EVER said anything remotely close to what your husband said....they would get a swift kick in the A**.
My humilating moment came when I want into a store and the lady that worked there said.. we don't have anything in your size. In front of several people. I was mortified. Only problem is, that I was not shopping for myself in that store. And, I let her know. she lost a sale and walked out.0 -
My best friend, who is a tall, big boned girl to begin with, gained a lot of weight after having kids. She started noticing that her husband wasn't taking an interest in her (if you know what I mean). One day she asked him point blank "Why?" He had the audacity to tell her she was fat and all the weight disgusted him. I couldn't believe he said that to her! I yelled at him & told him that's something you NEVER say to someone, ESPECIALLY to a spouse, g/f, b/f, significant other. I advised him he'd have been better off telling her that he has erectile dysfunction.
I went clothes shopping one day. I was browsing through the isles, going from rack to rack. Thinking to myself "oh, that's cute", "hmmm...wonder if that would fit." I started finding an area that had some really cute clothes and they looked like they might fit. I looked up the sign above my head - MATERNITY SECTION!! Grrrrrr.... It was a pretty big blow, but it was also an inspiration. My attitude became - I DON NOT WEAR THAT SIZE!! :noway:
BTW my friend is now divorced.0 -
Whenever I gain weight, my mom always says "WOW, you sure are gaining weight" (mostly in my younger years when I was bigger). To this day, I always insist on her not getting me clothes because she always says, "what size should I get you? XL? 12 jeans." Even when I was in shape she'd say this.
When I was 14 and a size 3 my Mom would always tell me what I wore didn't look good if I wore a form fitting top, or that I needed a bigger size. Even though I wasn't fat, that's how I have seen myself ever since.0 -
I met my boyfriend's parents for the first time a few months ago, and they thought it would be nice if we all rode in the same car to a restaurant so that we could talk on the way and get to know each other.
Which would've been fine - but we ended up taking his mom's 90's Accord. Now, I don't know if anybody's ever ridden in the back seat but those seat belts were NOT meant for the morbidly obese. I couldn't get it around me
I struggled for like twenty seconds to get it around my big gut, and when I couldn't, I just kind of fidgeted and dug in my purse and putz'd around, hoping that nobody would notice (except my boyfriend...of course he HAD to watch that).
On the way home from the restaurant though, his dad wouldn't pull out of the parking lot. After a minute, his wife asked why we were just sitting and he said he was "waiting for everyone to put their seat belts on."
It was so embarrassing. I had to explain that I was too fat 0 -
5th grade. We had a social humiliation amplification ritual called "scoliosis testing". We all had to stand in a line with our shirts off, put our hands together when we got to the nurse, and bend over so she could see if we had scoliosis. Two kids ahead of me was the only dude in the 5th grade sporting a six pack.
I had moved to the USA from Canada the year before, and was introduced to school lunches bought at school instead of brown bagging it. I went from fit and active to being the foreign fat kid.
I am cracking up at the way you phrased it: "humiliation amplification ritual". We had one called heights and weights day. We'd get up on the scale while the nurse and some helper would shout our height and weight out in a tone that could be heard for miles around. Finally around 5th or 6th grade the nurse realized that kids were using the weights against each other and would whisper it to her helper to write down. Why she even needed to say it out loud I've yet to figure out.0 -
Recently I had a business trip out of state and for the first time ever, I couldn't buckle my belt. On the way back the man sitting next to me (even though I wasn't touching him) complained to the stewardess that he wasn't comfortable next to me and asked if he could sit somewhere else.
But it should have been:
Barely passing my CPR exam two years ago. I got even heavier but now one of my mini goals is to be the same weight I was then so that I can pass. I say same weight because I will have to take it at the end of this month or beginning of next month.0 -
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I am cracking up at the way you phrased it: "humiliation amplification ritual". We had one called heights and weights day. We'd get up on the scale while the nurse and some helper would shout our height and weight out in a tone that could be heard for miles around. Finally around 5th or 6th grade the nurse realized that kids were using the weights against each other and would whisper it to her helper to write down. Why she even needed to say it out loud I've yet to figure out.
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When I was in 4th grade my school had basically the same thing and I weighed 165lbs and I didn't think anything of it. I knew I was bigger than the other kids but I had yet to be picked on about it. But then a girl who I didn't know came to me feeling bad for me and said sympathetically, "Don't worry, my mom weighs the same and she's not fat." Then it donned* on me and I was like >_<.
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When I was in 4th grade my school had basically the same thing and I weighed 165lbs and I didn't think anything of it. I knew I was bigger than the other kids but I had yet to be picked on about it. But then a girl who I didn't know came to me feeling bad for me and said sympathetically, "Don't worry, my mom weighs the same and she's not fat." Then it donned* on me and I was like >_<.
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Ooooh man, do I feel you. The year the nurse stopped shouting our weights out at full volume, she also moved the scale about 10 feet away from the line and I seem to remember a Christmas tree between the kids and the line as well. One kid actually snuck around the tree to try and hear how much I weighed and reported back to the rest of the line. He told the story of how much I weighed (I think it was 175) for YEARS. "Did you know that when we were in 5th grade Beth weighed ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE POUNDS??? That's as much as MY DAD!"0 -
Why in the hell did you marry him? He's an *kitten*.
Mine would probably have to be when a girl in 8th grade commented on how my arm was bigger than her leg. No wait, scratch that. When a guy called me a fatass in front of about 15 people. I have a whole blog about some of my experiences.
I've had a lot that embarrassed me and made me feel bad about myself.0 -
All I can think is, you married this man why?
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I met my boyfriend's parents for the first time a few months ago, and they thought it would be nice if we all rode in the same car to a restaurant so that we could talk on the way and get to know each other.
Which would've been fine - but we ended up taking his mom's 90's Accord. Now, I don't know if anybody's ever ridden in the back seat but those seat belts were NOT meant for the morbidly obese. I couldn't get it around me
I struggled for like twenty seconds to get it around my big gut, and when I couldn't, I just kind of fidgeted and dug in my purse and putz'd around, hoping that nobody would notice (except my boyfriend...of course he HAD to watch that).
On the way home from the restaurant though, his dad wouldn't pull out of the parking lot. After a minute, his wife asked why we were just sitting and he said he was "waiting for everyone to put their seat belts on."
It was so embarrassing. I had to explain that I was too fat
I know how that is! It's so embarrassing!0 -
6th grade, I begged my parents to sign me up for a basketball camp. It was put on by the 6th grade science teacher, Mrs. Lemm. The flyer said it was to teach kids basketball, and I believed it. I was hoping if I could just go to a camp like that I could learn basics and not always feel so stupid in gym class. It was actually a camp geared towards all the kids already in basketball and I was really out of place, but I knew my parents had spent money we didn't really have on it so I kept going and just trying to do my best.
While at the camp, I was attempting to make baskets. Mrs. Lemm saw me attempting to make a basket and started laughing. She gathered all the kids in the entire gym around and then insisted that I keep trying to shoot baskets so everyone could watch. And then she pointed out to everyone how my "big butt wiggled" when I tried to shoot a basket. The next week in science class, she told every science class about how sometimes as a teacher it hard to treat everyone the same, especially if the kids are "gross and fat" even if they are smart, she didn't name my name, but all eyes were on me, I wanted to disappear.
Then in 7th grade the gym teacher who typically was mean and cruel to me, exploded at me. I really did try my best in gym class, I was an A student in every class but gym and wanted more than anything to actually get straight A's. But she didn't believe it, she never thought I was "trying". It was testing day, and as hard as I tried my cartwheel wasn't straight enough, the football wasn't thrown far enough, and when trying to do chin ups I could not get my chin over the bar. The breaking point came when I tried to climb the rope. She screamed at me in front of the whole class that I was a "lazy fat a** and that she wouldn't be surprised if I dropped dead of a heart attack before the age of 18. It went on and on from there, the taunting and teasing on "good days" and the screaming and yelling on bad days, even still as an adult, I kind of still hate that woman. Every lb I lose, I hope finds her butt.
It has taken years for me to come to the realization that my whole life I thought I hated exercise, but really what I hate is the public humiliation that seemed to come with gym class in elementary and haunted me until high school. I am so grateful for Mr. Knutson my 10th grade teacher. I think he probably just didn't want me getting in the way, but about half way through the school year, he told me if I ran laps during gym class he wouldn't make me participate in class. So I spent the rest of the year running laps every day. I ended up being losing about 20 lbs, for the first time in my life was running under a ten minute mile, and finally started to feel better about my body and who I was.
Out of all the gym teachers I ever had, only 2 were kind and encouraging. All of them had an impact in my esteem and body image, but only two for the better. I have always hoped that my kids inherit my husband's athleticism to avoid a lot of humiliation, but either way I pray for better gym teachers then I had to have.0 -
6th grade, I begged my parents to sign me up for a basketball camp. It was put on by the 6th grade science teacher, Mrs. Lemm. The flyer said it was to teach kids basketball, and I believed it. I was hoping if I could just go to a camp like that I could learn basics and not always feel so stupid in gym class. It was actually a camp geared towards all the kids already in basketball and I was really out of place, but I knew my parents had spent money we didn't really have on it so I kept going and just trying to do my best.
While at the camp, I was attempting to make baskets. Mrs. Lemm saw me attempting to make a basket and started laughing. She gathered all the kids in the entire gym around and then insisted that I keep trying to shoot baskets so everyone could watch. And then she pointed out to everyone how my "big butt wiggled" when I tried to shoot a basket. The next week in science class, she told every science class about how sometimes as a teacher it hard to treat everyone the same, especially if the kids are "gross and fat" even if they are smart, she didn't name my name, but all eyes were on me, I wanted to disappear.
Then in 7th grade the gym teacher who typically was mean and cruel to me, exploded at me. I really did try my best in gym class, I was an A student in every class but gym and wanted more than anything to actually get straight A's. But she didn't believe it, she never thought I was "trying". It was testing day, and as hard as I tried my cartwheel wasn't straight enough, the football wasn't thrown far enough, and when trying to do chin ups I could not get my chin over the bar. The breaking point came when I tried to climb the rope. She screamed at me in front of the whole class that I was a "lazy fat a** and that she wouldn't be surprised if I dropped dead of a heart attack before the age of 18. It went on and on from there, the taunting and teasing on "good days" and the screaming and yelling on bad days, even still as an adult, I kind of still hate that woman. Every lb I lose, I hope finds her butt.
It has taken years for me to come to the realization that my whole life I thought I hated exercise, but really what I hate is the public humiliation that seemed to come with gym class in elementary and haunted me until high school. I am so grateful for Mr. Knutson my 10th grade teacher. I think he probably just didn't want me getting in the way, but about half way through the school year, he told me if I ran laps during gym class he wouldn't make me participate in class. So I spent the rest of the year running laps every day. I ended up being losing about 20 lbs, for the first time in my life was running under a ten minute mile, and finally started to feel better about my body and who I was.
Out of all the gym teachers I ever had, only 2 were kind and encouraging. All of them had an impact in my esteem and body image, but only two for the better. I have always hoped that my kids inherit my husband's athleticism to avoid a lot of humiliation, but either way I pray for better gym teachers then I had to have.
Wow. That disgusts me that those were your TEACHERS and supposed ROLE MODELS. What the hell? Once you get to your goal weight you should make sure to send them both a Christmas card. Also, sorry you had to go through that. :flowerforyou:0 -
6th grade, I begged my parents to sign me up for a basketball camp. It was put on by the 6th grade science teacher, Mrs. Lemm. The flyer said it was to teach kids basketball, and I believed it. I was hoping if I could just go to a camp like that I could learn basics and not always feel so stupid in gym class. It was actually a camp geared towards all the kids already in basketball and I was really out of place, but I knew my parents had spent money we didn't really have on it so I kept going and just trying to do my best.
While at the camp, I was attempting to make baskets. Mrs. Lemm saw me attempting to make a basket and started laughing. She gathered all the kids in the entire gym around and then insisted that I keep trying to shoot baskets so everyone could watch. And then she pointed out to everyone how my "big butt wiggled" when I tried to shoot a basket. The next week in science class, she told every science class about how sometimes as a teacher it hard to treat everyone the same, especially if the kids are "gross and fat" even if they are smart, she didn't name my name, but all eyes were on me, I wanted to disappear.
Then in 7th grade the gym teacher who typically was mean and cruel to me, exploded at me. I really did try my best in gym class, I was an A student in every class but gym and wanted more than anything to actually get straight A's. But she didn't believe it, she never thought I was "trying". It was testing day, and as hard as I tried my cartwheel wasn't straight enough, the football wasn't thrown far enough, and when trying to do chin ups I could not get my chin over the bar. The breaking point came when I tried to climb the rope. She screamed at me in front of the whole class that I was a "lazy fat a** and that she wouldn't be surprised if I dropped dead of a heart attack before the age of 18. It went on and on from there, the taunting and teasing on "good days" and the screaming and yelling on bad days, even still as an adult, I kind of still hate that woman. Every lb I lose, I hope finds her butt.
It has taken years for me to come to the realization that my whole life I thought I hated exercise, but really what I hate is the public humiliation that seemed to come with gym class in elementary and haunted me until high school. I am so grateful for Mr. Knutson my 10th grade teacher. I think he probably just didn't want me getting in the way, but about half way through the school year, he told me if I ran laps during gym class he wouldn't make me participate in class. So I spent the rest of the year running laps every day. I ended up being losing about 20 lbs, for the first time in my life was running under a ten minute mile, and finally started to feel better about my body and who I was.
Out of all the gym teachers I ever had, only 2 were kind and encouraging. All of them had an impact in my esteem and body image, but only two for the better. I have always hoped that my kids inherit my husband's athleticism to avoid a lot of humiliation, but either way I pray for better gym teachers then I had to have.
Your science teacher should've been fired for the way she treated you. What a *****.
I hated climbing the rope (never could), running a mile, doing pullups ugh!0 -
I use to work at a grocery store, and I was a cashier. I was ringing up a ladies order. She asked me how far alone I was. I was in a good mood so I just reply, " Oh I'm not. I'm just fat." She didn't know how to respond lol. (That was over 5 years ago at my biggest)0
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In response to the quote, "All I can think is, And you married this man why?"
That's my thought too. But oh well...0 -
So, this isn't really the worst thing that has ever happened to me, but I have recently been going to a great healthy restaurant in town called Greens and Proteins. It's super healthy--whole foods, fresh produce, etc. And they list the calories of everything right on the menu. It's awesome.
The problem is that it's located right next to a gym (GENIUS), and everyone in there is FIT. Oh, except for me. Every single time I go in there, I get dirty looks from people. LIKE, every time. It makes me feel like crap. Healthy, fit people are mean. Okay, not all of them, but the people at this place are rude, man. Makes me feel like a huge monster in the midst of all these tight little bodies.0 -
When I was teaching in Korea, I found out my co-workers had nicknamed me "the fat one". My boss there also told me he worried about my health, and that I couldn't do my job properly because of my weight, despite the fact that everyone else (even those who were calling me names behind my back) told me I was one of the best teachers there. While there I also went to the doctor because my hip was bothering me. He told me I needed to lose weight. I told him that this hip has bothered me for years, even when I was much smaller. He insisted it was due to my weight. The co-worker that went with me to translate decided it would be funny to tell everyone at the school that I was told that I needed to lose weight, and that it was hilarious.
Needless to say, I broke my year contract after only four months...0 -
I think they can be motivating. I am 5 8 and 170 pounds and I was at the park a couple weeks ago and a kid asked if I'm having a baby. First of all, that hurts my feelings lol. Then, I think, but do I really look pregnant? Whatever. Went home, ordered an elliptical and now I am on the right track to hopefully not looking pregnant lol : )
My daughter says that to me all the time....one of the reasons I am dead set on losing weight!! But I am a lot bigger than you are0
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