what is the worst thing you have been called?

when i was 13 my first ex called me buffallo but and my granny used to refer to me as fat *kitten* and crack jokes at every family function

EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OK IANMAENG123. I'M HERE FOR YOU!! :happy: :happy: :happy:

I'm gonna stop cutting myself!!!

I've gotten called everything in the book. When you're 1 female out of 50 males at your job rumors get spread and the name calling begins. However most recently, I was asked if I was pregnant by a fellow co-worker. My response was "Nope, just fat. Thanks!" Needless to say he's been nice to me ever since :laugh:

Some of the worst things would probably be fatso and piggy back in middle school. Kids can be so cruel. Don't even know what was said behind my back, but wouldn't be surprised if it was even worse.

I was called ni**er by a class mate when I was in 2nd grade. The rest of the school year was so terrible, because I was 1 of maybe 3 black children in the whole school (I was new) and the girl that called me the name was popular (as popular as you can be for a 2nd grader I guess). After that incident and a school year of being called names, I had very high anxiety and always felt sick to my stomach when I had to go to school. When my mom took me to the doctor, he diagnosed me with a "nervous stomach" ...it was the 70's after all and I have no idea what the term would be called today. I was so nervous and sick all the time that I was held back in 2nd grade.

Who get's held back in 2nd grade?? Yep...this girl right here!

My father was in the military so we moved around a lot when I was a child. When I started middle school it was in a new state and I knew no one. I had buck teeth, and I had a rash on my arms, legs and the back of my neck. It was so bad that I had a bald spot back there. Well, that went over well at my new school. Let's just say that the names that I was called were brutal and nothing that ANYONE of any age should be called. I had girls that always wanted to beat me up, and I would either have my big sister come to school everyday to walk me home, or one of my parents would pick me up. Along with that, one time when I got off the elevator at school, there were a group of boys standing there waiting and when the doors opened they all threw a handful of rocks at me. Everyone in the hallway laughed. Good times...yep. Good times.

During this wonderful period of my life, my father retired so I spent the rest of my schooling years with this same group of class mates. When I was in 9th grade, I was so depressed and my grades were so terrible that my mom and dad sent me to a parochial school for my 10th grade year. During that time, coincidentally, I got braces and we finally found a medication that controlled the rashes on my body. My 10th grade was pretty good... I didn't know anyone at the beginning of the year, and the people that I met were pretty nice to me for the most part. My grades improved and I was back on track. After that school year was over, since the private school was so expensive, my parents sent me back to my regular high school that I had attended 9th grade. I was now in 11th grade year, and I was met with stares, niceness and people were wanting to be my friend The same people that made my life hell just a couple years before. And the same guys that made fun of me a few years prior now were asking me out. It's amazing what a year, braces and a little skin medication can do for a girl. Needless to say, I told all of them to *kitten* off, made new friends and hung out with the friends that I made from the private school.

I still live in the same area and have run into a few of my old tormentors from time to time, or have had a few of them reach out to me on facebook. I'm sure they don't understand why I won't pay them any mind or accept their friend request. I think that I have forgiven them all to a certain extent, but even 30 years later I can't even imagine saying anything beyond a pleasant "hi" in passing. I couldn't imagine having any of those people as friends, even though I assume they're probably very nice people now and would never treat anyone as terrible as they did when they were younger. I just can't do it.

Probably a *kitten* load of typos, but I don't want to go back through and read it all...so just please just gloss over them. :drinker:

I could never understand why someone wold be so mean in certain ways. I was called a lot of names through high school and I was very solitary in my corner because I was embarassed of myself and I was always wanting to find ways to cover myself from being seen , my body being seen because I felt disgusting and I did not want to be made fun of or laughed at or even be called any name. I always had a fear of being made fun of because I felt very bad when that was happening. But again I was going back home and then indulging in sweets and staying at computer and trying to find something else to think about than what it happened that day . Music always helped me cope with that though but yes. With anyone that is going through that just find a time for yourself and get away from those people than try to find ways to feel better and evolve as a better person and healthier. Never eat because you are sad or angry because that is bad I know it.

My grandfather was a drunk -- I tolerated a lot as a kid from him as a kid (because I was fat and bossy) but the time he called me a c*nt has never left me. He's dead now.

My grandfather was also a drunk, and abusive.
I clearly remember one day we were all sitting down to dinner, having chicken nuggets. I reached for a couple more and he said "Do you REALLY think you need those?" I was probably seven or eight at the time. He's also dead now.

My mom called me Miss Piggy when I was small, mostly referring to my messy room but not entirely and it really stuck with me.

When I was in middle school, a boy asked me how I could be such a slut when I was so ugly. I was kind of flabbergasted, because a. at the time I had never had sex and b. okay so maybe I wasn't the hottest kid ever but the guy who said that to me was DOG-UGLY.

So sorry that just not right from a grand father

Cute.. but for a big girl

Stupid, Spoiled, ***** & Self-Centered...all of which come out of my husband's mouth. It's quite sad really cause it has nothing to do with me being overweight or skinny. Guess Im just a ****ty person in his eyes.

Well I have pretty much always been over weight. When I was in grade school I was not only the big girl but the poor kid- so I got a variety but I remember being referred to as a bulldoser for at least a year. Whale, fat, ugly, ugly *****- this always struck me as hugely creative... etc.

Today I have a lady at work that EVERY time I see her she gives me a dirty *kitten* look an elevator eyes- and definately NOT in a sexy/good way. I'm not sure why this is but it is weird and I just try to ignore it.

I think the single thing that bothers me the most are when people close to me- especially my parents- point out someone on the street and start slinging insults about their size. Majority of the time they are smaller than I am or at least smaller than I used to be. I have even brought this to their attention and they still continue. I just don't understand in general why people feel the need to be cruel.

I try to love me for me- is my body perfect, no. BUT it is mine and it holds my mind, my caring heart and my good natured soul- how could you NOT love that?

Sending you love and light lady!!! XOXO

People make negative comments on my weight every single day, such as "Ewwwhhh, you're so skinny. Are you done losing weight yet?", "Look at Robin's legs. They're so skinny the pattern doesn't change on her leggings from her calves to her thighs"; "Is that your lunch or snack? You need to eat something. Here' have this cake". I could go on an on.... Yesterday, I finally responded to one of them and said, "Next time you think about commenting on my weight, replace the word skinny with fat, and if it sounds derogatory, it's not a compliment! Also, please do not comment on my body at work. It's inappropriate!". The new culture is that it's acceptable to put someone down for being thin. Either way, if you say someone is too fat or too skinny it means you're saying they're unattractive.

My grandfather was a drunk -- I tolerated a lot as a kid from him as a kid (because I was fat and bossy) but the time he called me a c*nt has never left me. He's dead now.

My grandfather was also a drunk, and abusive.
I clearly remember one day we were all sitting down to dinner, having chicken nuggets. I reached for a couple more and he said "Do you REALLY think you need those?" I was probably seven or eight at the time. He's also dead now.

I saw my grandfather at my cousin's wedding in June and he has ALWAYS been hard on my weight and watching what I eat and commenting on it all- all with my parents sitting aside saying nothing. But anyway, the had appetizer pizzas passed around before the dinner started and when I took a piece my grandfather made sure to stop me before it hit my lips said: "They're serviing us dinner- you know that right?" I snapped- I turned to my husband and said "I've had enough," we walked away and I didn't talk to him again that night. I felt like I was ten again at their dinner table being ridiculed in front of the whole family again.

Sending you all love and light! XO!!!