what is the worst thing you have been called?

I've been called a "freak", because I had my own style, & didn't fit in with the 'regular folks' in my town.
I've been called fat.
I've been called anorexic, just because I don't eat a lot. Sorry if I don't have an appetite like most people. It doesn't make me anorexic.
Ugly.
I was made fun of for having red hair.
People making fun of my name when I was in school..

I could probably go on.

When I was 12 I got make up for the first time. I was in front of the mirror having a go and my father walked in the room and said, 'Don't bother you looked like a monkey the day you were born I was going to call a zoo keeper and you still look like a monkey now, your best bet in life is to beg someone to marry you be a good girl and take care of he house and kids because you'll never have any other opportunities with a face like that".

That was just one of the many insults from both of my parents the worst one from my mother was, 'Your a looser just like your father, you'll always be a looser and you will NEVER amount to anything, I hope that you freeze to death on a park bench for all I care." I was 16 and my crime was helping my sister out when my brother beat her black and blue I had yelled at my step dad because he told my sister it was her faut she was beaten up and that she probably deserved it. I warned him that my brother would grow up to be a woman beater if he did not do something about it and he got up and threw me through a door then my mother beat the shiz out of me and kicked me out on the streets for standing up for her.

Well im 33 now and my brother in his late 20's and he IS a wife beater he beats on his wife 'accidentally' of course regularly and my sister well one toxic relationship after another who thinks guys who ask her to hold their guns whilst going through a body search is ok and guys who say quick put these drugs in your purse when the cops pull you over is ok and guys that kick you out of teh car and run over your foot is ok. I was young but i was pretty darn wise and it all came true everything i warned them about came true unfortunately.

So I was made homeless for telling the truth. Well if i can forgive after all that and move on so can anybody.

I simply cannot believe the insults parents give to their children!!! This is not the norm! Don't believe a word of this! I just looked at your pics and you are BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!

I am floored by some of the stories in this thread. I don't know why I'm even surprised at how cruel people can be, but I have to wonder, how did they get that way? What makes a person so devoid of basic empathy? I'm glad that all of you are here, it shows that you're committed to bettering your lives for yourselves. Having a happy, fulfilling life is the best revenge, trust me I know. :drinker:

I have noticed over many years working as a volenteer(Christian) councellor is "HURT PEOPLE = HURT PEOPLE ":brokenheart:

When they have areas of brokeness,shame,guilt,anger etc they'll find way's to relieve that pain.
Abusive behaviour is NEVER right but realizing that theirs a unresolved area of brokeness in the other person may help you
work through and realease (over time) what has happened.

Forgiving and letting go frees you (or the wounded one) from retaliating or self abuse ....

being called: Not "THAT" fat.

That is the worse thing people say to/about me and I HATE IT! I'm at just about my heaviest ever and have been this size for more than a few years now and I'm definitely fat (out of shape)...

To me, "not THAT fat" is like, not THAT ugly or not THAT stinky or not THAT dumb, etc. PEople say this to me, thinking it may be positive or something, but it's not to me--true or not, it's discouraging to me.

Here's the thing.

I'm going to word this the best I can...

I had the opportunity to attend school with a patient from 3rd to 9th grade and see these kids from an adult perspective and how young, immature, and often times ridiculous they are. Not that I was ever bullied but like a lot of you, I was treated poorly from time to time and it really helped me to see from which viewpoint the insults are coming from and if I did have issues, it would have immediately cured them. I mean, being called fat and ugly from a 10 yr old. Who can even take that seriously or hold onto it at this point in time? You really have to consider the source.

Growing up, I had a cuter, smaller sister. My 3 aunts (who were only 3-9 yrs older at the time) chose to spend more time with her. Of course I was hurt but honestly look at their viewpoint. I looked up to them but they were only children themselves and not capable of mature thinking.

I'm over it.

I think this is a good point. Certainly a lot of those mentioned in this thread weren't children, but certainly they were immature, or wounded, or flawed, etc. The principle stands, I think.

A "fat c*nt" by my own brother. I managed to only reply back with "I'm not a c*nt" when I really wanted to smash his face in.

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I've been called a "Good for nothing", "*kitten*", "Fat *kitten*"
I have accustomed myself to all those ridicule, but there was once a time where I sought for suicide. I never did anything though, i just contemplated about it. Starting my weight loss regime, I have started to feel much more confident about myself and have a new perspectives of life in general.
i want to be a doctor in the future, so I have to assimilate "health and fitness" in my life. And plus it would look better advocating health with a leaner body.

I know how it feels to be the bunt of the joke. My family is all tall and naturally thin, or extremely fit. Now me? I'm 4'11'' and right now I'm 172 lbs. The worst thing about fighting with my 5'10'' younger sister was that she knows exactly how to hurt me. I am and have always been very self-conscious about my weight. So that's what she would attack.

"Look at me I'm sooo pretty and skinny, now look at your fat, ugly *kitten*."
"You might as well go die because no one would ever want you anyways."
"Are you sure you want to wear that? You look like a ****ing whale."
"Yeah fattie, just keep working out. All you're doing is making yourself tired, it'll never work for your fat *kitten*."

Since then I've tried losing weight but her comments always stuck with me. Until this time. I'm with a wonderful man who honestly loves me as I am and just wants me to be happy. He realizes that I'm unsatisfied with my weight and is actually doing this with me, but he's also helping me see that I don't need to lose weight to keep him (this stemmed from the fact that I've had six boyfriends and 4 have cheated on me with my sister). I'm finally at peace with myself. I hope everyone here who has been hurt by someone else's words realizes that you are all beautiful and talented and that love from others is only important once you have self-love stay strong, friends.

Wow, with a sister like that who needs enemies. She definitely needs an ediquitte class!

So many threads today about the negative things that others have said and done....strange focus for me. Everyone has had hurtful / mean / inappropriate things said to them, whether they've ever been heavy or not. I don't get the point of dredging every one of these experiences up and reliving them. Why give them space in your head?

Having a full life, setting healthy goals for ourselves, growing as human beings, trying to be strong and compassionate and not being "those jerks" that all of these stories are about....this I understand. But re-hashing each negative things ever said to us since grade school or before? I guess I just don't see the benefit.

I asked myself the same question reading this. And after a little thought came to this:
I don't think there is any real benefit except to see that people can really be jerks and to get some affirmation from the MFPers that what they said was never true about us, or isn't true about us now! That's especially tricky when it's parents and family members who say hateful and/or untrue things about us. I think we are all trying to see ourselves as who we really are and as who God made us not in the way that someone else inaccurately sees us.

aerdre. Who can blame you. What a sad pathetic woman.

When I was 12 I got make up for the first time. I was in front of the mirror having a go and my father walked in the room and said, 'Don't bother you looked like a monkey the day you were born I was going to call a zoo keeper and you still look like a monkey now, your best bet in life is to beg someone to marry you be a good girl and take care of he house and kids because you'll never have any other opportunities with a face like that".

That was just one of the many insults from both of my parents the worst one from my mother was, 'Your a looser just like your father, you'll always be a looser and you will NEVER amount to anything, I hope that you freeze to death on a park bench for all I care." I was 16 and my crime was helping my sister out when my brother beat her black and blue I had yelled at my step dad because he told my sister it was her faut she was beaten up and that she probably deserved it. I warned him that my brother would grow up to be a woman beater if he did not do something about it and he got up and threw me through a door then my mother beat the shiz out of me and kicked me out on the streets for standing up for her.

Well im 33 now and my brother in his late 20's and he IS a wife beater he beats on his wife 'accidentally' of course regularly and my sister well one toxic relationship after another who thinks guys who ask her to hold their guns whilst going through a body search is ok and guys who say quick put these drugs in your purse when the cops pull you over is ok and guys that kick you out of teh car and run over your foot is ok. I was young but i was pretty darn wise and it all came true everything i warned them about came true unfortunately.

So I was made homeless for telling the truth. Well if i can forgive after all that and move on so can anybody.

I simply cannot believe the insults parents give to their children!!! This is not the norm! Don't believe a word of this! I just looked at your pics and you are BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!

I agreee!!!

When I was 9 years old I would walk to the corner to meet my public schooled friends (i was homeschooled) as they got off the bus. One day as the bus drove off a girl on it yelled "Hey are you a boy or a girl?" (I had really short hair then)... I was only 9 and confused about why she'd ask that but I replied with "Uh...girl..." and she goes "A what? A HIPPOPOTAMUS?"... Bus drove off with the girl and her friends laughing, along with my "friends" laughing as they walked back up the street from the bus stop. I never hung out with that group again. That was almost 20 years ago. It wasn't the last time someone yelled an insult about my weight but it was the first one i remember. It was also the first time i ever cut myself, and have struggled with self-harm and depression since...

Sometimes we say children can be so mean, but I read in a thread yesterday about this happening to an adult by other adult women while she was running. People can be so mean. Our words are so powerful. Your story is especially painful because of your reaction as a nine yr old. Please find a counselor to talk to face to face about the lies you are believing about yourself. You are a beautiful obviously articulate person and you deserve to talk to and treat yourself better!!!

I know how the originator of this thread feels.

For almost all of my life, I was referred to as fat and dumb...

My parents acted in a condescending manner towards me while I was growing up... My father acted that way because I was not into high school sports and my mother was embarrassed about me being so fat.

The worst of the insults were from my high school peers.

After high school, my life had many ups and down as far as my weight is concerned.

The ultimate turning point was July 1, 2011 when I almost died of cardiomyopathy and congestive heart failure... I was told by the hospital attending physician on the morning of July 2, 2011 told me that I had one more chance to start taking care of myself. It was hard but I made the decision to try to live a better life. At that time, it was not so much that I was afraid to die but rather how my death would hurt my sister...

The last two years were not easy. But somehow I was able to continue my program of diet and exercise. I no longer eat red meat, batter fried foods, sweet junk food such as cakes and cookies, and fast food. I was even able to cut out diet soda which I used to drink by the gallon. The only meats I have anymore are chicken, turkey, fish, and seafood... I am not going to say that my diet is perfect but it is far better today than it used to be.

I also workout between 4-5 days a week. My progress from a medical point of view was somehow amazing. When I first started on my quest to better take care of myself, my heart's ejection fraction or efficiency rating was between 27-35%. As of my last echocardiogram in December 2012, my heart's ejection fraction had gone up to 48%. It is still not normal but my cardiologist was amazed. In addition, there was a partial reversal of my cardiomyopathy -- that is my heart is not as enlarged as it had been two years ago... While I still needed to undergo ICD implantation surgery in January 2012 as a precaution because of my cardiomyopathy and congestive heart failure, the device has never detected any dangerous heart rhythm anomalies...

When I look back on the last two years, it is somehow very difficult to realize how much progress I made. My progress allowed me to experience what I still like to call the best day of my life which was May 2, 2013 when I gone through Zumba Basic 1 instructor training...

I still have my emotional ups and downs because I sometimes feel like some people act as if I am weird because Zumba is my favorite form of exercise. At least I no longer allow how others think make me feel like going back to eating junk food.

The point of my post is to demonstrate that while it is not easy to change it is possible.