Your most humiliating "fat" experience.

There are to many to count but the one that sticks out happened 33 years ago. Seventh grade math and we had a sub. I was teased quite a bit during my school years because of my weight. This particular day one of the boys decided to play on my name a bit while we had a sub. My maiden name is Long. Jerry went up to the chalkboard and wrote "Christy W I D E". Of course the entire class erupted in laughter. Kids can be so mean but that has stuck with me and to this day still hurts.
I wonder what Jerry is up to these days....hmmmmmm....

Jail. :devil:

You do not look old enough to have done anything but wear diapers 33 years ago.

My husband once blamed my weight for causing his depression. I'm about 20 pounds overweight and apparently this is enough to cause him to go into a severe depression. I told him to go to therapy and get on some meds or else I was leaving. It still makes me cry when I think about it.

Oh goodness. I have so many stories that it makes me wonder why I haven't crawled into a coffin and disappeared!

My most recent story took place at Lane Bryant. My sister, and niece were flying out from West Virginia and we were heading to California for a Disney vacation. I all ready knew we were planning a beach trip, so I went to Lane Bryant to buy a swimsuit. I had seen some really cute suits on their website, and I am a very big girl. I gained a lot of weight back from my original weight-loss success (had lost 70lbs...) and I knew my size pretty well.

Well, I asked to try on a size 22 because it was a little bigger than what I wear. I went into the dressing room and wanted to die. I could not get the swimsuit over my thighs! A size 22 and I couldn't slip into it. Needless to say I was dieing of embarrassment when I went outside and wore a fake smile. I put it away, and said that I didn't like it and then when I got out to the car informed my fiance that it didn't fit me. I was so embarrassed.

I did end up finding another bathing suit, same size... and it fit beautifully.

Another, older story is from winter. I was still thinner than I was when I tried on the bathing suit and we went out to watch my FMIL's friends kids ice-skate. Well, when I was getting in the car, I ended up getting in the car and ripping my jeans. You could hear them rip. Talk about bad luck!

What a nasty comment from your boyfriend/husband. Mine wouldn't dare to say something like that.

For the humiliating fat experience: In my previous company the rumor went around that I was pregnant...... I didnt know about this, but when I started losing weight and when I was longer in the company someone accidentally told me so while we had a group conversation. The whole group had to laugh so apparently was involved. I also know some people of other departments had the same thoughts, so I think the whole building spoke about it (about 90 people).

I think I get asked at least once a year (since i'm 12) if I'm pregnant based on how my stomach looks. I hate it!!

The same thing happened to me. I'm 5'2 and at the time the rumor was going around, I was 135 pounds. I had to threaten to turn in the guy I think started the rumor for harassment because he wouldn't shut up about it and was making fun of me. When I reach my goal weight, I'm debating over whether or not I should rub it in his face.

It was right after I gave birth to my daughter. I had gained 50 lbs--she was very large and so was I. I only lost 10 lbs of it after
childbirth. I went from a size 9 to a size 16 in less than a year. We had just moved to San Diego and one of the workers was
helping me unpack. When he came across one of my cute jackets he told me you can't wear this! I said there was a time
when it fit me. He told me if he was my husband he would tell me to lose weight. I would love to see how this worker looks now
after 26 years ago. People say the cruelest things to people and don't even get it.

My most humiliating experience, was when I had to borrow my dad's jacket because I forgot mine and I realized I couldn't fit in it. I had became bigger than my father.

The worst one that sticks with me is being 14 yrs old and in 9th grade gym class and some 8th grade boys sitting on the floor near the girls' locker room and saying "Whoa, those girls are SO fat" and "I know, wow" about my friend and I. I'm not sure why but that sticks with me more than anything else ever. I'm sure part of it was those boys were still so young-looking, like 4' something tall and under 100 lb and we were tall, very big girls with figures of grown women. But I could tell by their tone that they did NOT intend for us to hear them in the echo-y gym, and it was just mortifying.

Stood in line for three hours to ride The Batman roller coaster at Six Flags in St Louis. When I was getting into the ride, I was too fat and had to make the walk of shame off. Didn't get to ride it after all those hours in line. Humiliating and hurt beyond words. My family got to ride it, though. And that's all that really mattered to me.

Being spit on by boys at school, being screamed at by a carload of young men who were making fun of my size, being humiliated by both of my husbands about being fat? Being told by a former best friend that she couldn't believe how fat I had gotten, being called pregnant when I wasn't? Not riding the rides at amusement parks because I can't fit, wearing all black all the time to try to hide the fat, wearing the largest size in the house?

Take your pick.

my favorite one by far still has to be the time i had to "run" from one side of the building to the other for an emergency and i hear a customer yell "you know for a fat chick, you're pretty damn quick"! i turned red but kept on going but i can still hear that in my head and use it for motivation