Your most humiliating "fat" experience.

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

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.

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 : )

When you look back on these things do they motivate you? Do you feel a sense of hopelessness that drives you to failure over and over?

I was at Cedar Point (an amusement park) on a band trip in high school and wanted to ride the Dragster. I didn't have issues with any other rollercoasters in the park, but for this coaster, you didn't just have to get a lap belt to fasten, you had to fasten it and then have 6 inches of the strap left over for safety reasons according to the ride operator. Mind you, this wasn't posted anywhere and I wasn't sure of what kind of seats they were in the first place. I waited in line for an hour and a half, got in the seat, struggled to get the lap belt fastened, then the ride operator came to check everyone and told me that I couldn't ride it because of not having leftover strap. I was so mortified. I let everyone think I chickened out on riding it because it seemed less embarrassing than admitting the truth.

Being that I weigh more now than I did then, I have to say it does make me feel hopeless sometimes. And when I think about that, I feel so embarrassed and saddened.