what is the worst thing you have been called?

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  • YorriaRaine
    YorriaRaine Posts: 370 Member
    When I was growing up I was an openly bi person in a school with no other lgbt individuals, that was stuck in the last century. So I've been called every name under the sun. In high school it got to me really bad, but as soon as I got into college I grew a "I don't give a f*** what strangers think of me" bone.

    I'm lucky that I've always have had a supportive family, that being said they do make terrible comments concerning my weight. However, I know they have my best interest at heart so I don't get upset by them, just wish they would word if differently lol, as the comments tend to gear towards concern for looks than concern for health.
  • AllieBear88
    AllieBear88 Posts: 170 Member
    In 5th grade, a kid said "Allie, you're fat and poor. You're so poor you live under a bridge." It doesn't sting anymore, but I won't forget it. We had at least one class together every year after that, so it was a constant reminder. Of course, I'm all grown up now and have just learned to deal with things from school kids from that long ago.

    But, it's the family stuff that still hurts.

    I was about 8 or so when I started developing stretch marks. I was a big girl for my age (size wise), and I was a junk food eater from an early age. My cousin told me "don't show those to grandma, she won't let you have anything sweet ever again." I had them on the back of my calves and on my shoulders. I was also growing taller by this point in life, but no one told me you get stretch marks when you hit growth spurts until long after I hit my last one. I thought they were a sign of getting fat and something to always be ashamed of.

    I'll never forget my uncle yelling at me while I was in the bathroom after he told my cousin (the same one previously mentioned) saying "And Allie, you're too fat, too. You both need to lose weight." He always told my mom she was fat, even though she could hide behind him quite easily and not be visible.

    Then there was that one morning I woke up, walked into the kitchen for breakfast, and saw my grandmother sitting there. I didn't know she was visiting. I was excited for a moment, until she said "Well, good morning FATTY". I was 15 years old. And VERY sensitive.

    That one ruined my whole day. Mom wound up talking to Grandma and asking her to stop calling my brother and myself fat. I was well aware that I was overweight, but "fatty" is not a term of endearment to me. I don't care how she meant it, I was scarred for quite a while. It still stings.

    Dad used to refer to me as "chunky" when he'd describe me. Even to me.

    Of all of those, "good morning fatty" was the worst.
  • xLexa
    xLexa Posts: 482 Member
    Was standing outside a bar one night with a friend and some random guys walked by and one said, damn you two could use weightwatchers.my friend was quick off the mark with her reply and said, and you, you ignorant wee ****e could use a smack in the mouth. He took off running lol think he was afraid she might do it. It struck a chord at the time I had just had my first child and subsequently I lost so much weight so quickly my parents thought I was sick, I look at the pictures and it was not at all attractive on me. Fat on me isn't a great look either so now I am trying to find that "happy" place :) In the right way.
  • shutyourpieholeandsquat
    shutyourpieholeandsquat Posts: 1,394 Member
    within the last year or so it was from my punk 14 year old neighbor kid. He and his buddies would be outside playing basketball and when I'd come out or drive up from work and get out they would all say "THE MOOSE IS LOOOOOOOSE" because I was so big.

    I also had SEVERAL guys that I met online ask me if I would fix them up with my skinny friend that I had brought along to the meetup because "I was just to big for their taste".

    There's more but ya know....
  • matthew_b
    matthew_b Posts: 137 Member

    My dad's *kitten* friend used to call me "Cantaloupe" because my "stomach was so big it looked like I swallowed a cantaloupe."

    I can't picture any friend of mine doing that to one of my daughters. Not only am I not friends with guys like that, I'm pretty sure they know they'd have a pissed off guy pummeling them over it. Ditto going the other way too.
  • jacqueinhutto
    jacqueinhutto Posts: 34 Member
    My dad called me pleasantly plump. At the time I was in high school and weighed 95 lbs. So needless to say I thought that 95 lbs was fat...Ive always struggled with that.
  • Sarasjourney
    Sarasjourney Posts: 24
    "Chick with a d*ck"

    My best friend's mother liked calling me that. I have PCOS and as a result I have a deep voice for a female so she always called me that because of my voice, and the fact I have had short hair since I was 11.

    I've also been told that no man would ever love me because I was fat. By my father, no less.
  • robot_potato
    robot_potato Posts: 1,535 Member
    I was pegged as the fat daughter from day 1, when I was born 8 pounds and my older sisters were each around 6. My mother never said things directly to me, but to anyone who would listen I 'was born bigger and would never be skinny' 'wore the same size as my older sister' 'shouldn't gain weight cause new pants are pricey' She said a lot of hurtful things over the years, but the one that stung the most was about my daughter. She was 6 and her cousin 5, and my mother couldn't help but point out that my child was built like me, her thighs are thick and she has a butt, where as the cousin was slender and graceful like her mother. How dare she discuss weight at all in front of very young and very impressionable children. I tried not to let that comment bother me, but it did. My girly is 9 now, and very active, and I really don't think a woman who hasn't been under 250 pound in my lifetime,has room to make any sort of comment about a kids that pushes the scales at a whopping 66 pounds.

    Sorry, that became a bit of a rant. I might have some issues.
  • blunderball
    blunderball Posts: 21 Member
    A poor example.
  • aimeemarie150
    aimeemarie150 Posts: 354 Member
    the best is when people would ask if i was pregnant. :( broke down at work when some b**** asked. WTF lady? That's never okay. My mom and dad have always ridiculed my weight since I was little.
  • PunkyRachel
    PunkyRachel Posts: 1,959 Member
    I went from being called "Hey Fatty" or "Fat @ss" to being called "too skinny and scrawny".

    I swear you can't please any-one
  • Missabled
    Missabled Posts: 24
    My first job...I was 12....it was a summer job at a local greenhouse..He was a greasy haired, Elvis wanna be, it was the 70's, shirt open to the navel, catholic cross gleaming on his pot bellied midriff.....probably in his 40's<<<you'd think he would have known better...

    I was probably 220 pounds...he said, and I know it probably sounds silly now, but it had such an impression on me that I am now 51 and I still wonder why he felt a need to say this...

    "ALL DOGS NEED TA DIE.....AIN'T YOU FEELIN A LITTLE SICK"?

    I was devastated....he said it with such a look of disgust in his eyes...I had never done anything but my job, shy, fat, kept to myself....then just outta the blue...he comes off with that piece of wit!

    And what made it worse was there were a lot of people around, we were setting up flats for seedlings to be planted...it was a long table, probably 25 people elbow to elbow....some of the women snickered...a couple of the teenagers wouldn't let me live it down....

    That whole summer I got things like "Hey DAWG"...or "need me to call the funeral parlor"? Of course the favorite among many of them was that "She will never fit in a regular casket".....

    It was the beginning of a long history of yo-yo dieting, and eating disorders,....that following summer I lost 100 pounds in 4 months....people just don't think...
  • Spewze72
    Spewze72 Posts: 82 Member
    Some of these are truly terrible...I consider myself very lucky that I have spent the bulk of my forty years around loving, kind people, and that in school I was chubby but popular - the bullies never picked on me.

    That's said, most of the things I remember which hurt my self-esteem were far, far more subtle than outright insults (other than "fat face" when I was about 10 - I can still picture the girls nasty screwed up face when she said it. :(

    My stepmother inadvertently revealed when I was about 13 - and I know she would never intentionally hurt me - that my brother had always been my father's favourite, because he never wanted a second child and I was an accident. I was devastated because I already had "abandonment issues", my father having had affairs while mum was pregnant with me and then walking out when I was born, and for some reason I doted on him and hung on his every word. Dad hurt me time and time again over the years, always favouring my brother and my step siblings and never seeming to notice me or care what I was doing. No matter what I did for attention, such as starting drinking very young and having a six inch pink Mohican. :)

    Luckily, at the age of 35 I suddenly made my peace with it all. My Dad is human, he's flawed, he's hurt a lot of people with his self indulgent, superficial ways. But I forgive him, and I still love him, and nothing he doesn't say or doesn't do will hurt me again.
  • Lizziebenz7
    Lizziebenz7 Posts: 7
    Fat, Beast, Huge, Ugly, Stupid, Worthless, Fatty (by a resident), My sister to jump on my back repeated times whilst shouting at me, big girl, mc donalds, the list is endless.

    Its not so much the words but the spitefulness from family members, the mean jokes and the horrible things they mean but just acting as if it was "just a joke".
  • Zekela
    Zekela Posts: 634 Member
    My EX husband used to call me anything and everything. And since we dated in high school, before I got fat, he'd take pictures from years ago and say "This is what I wanted" and he'd point at me and say "And this is what I got stuck with". That was more hurtful than any of the physical abuse. But it was when he stopped calling me names and started referring to me as "it" that it really bothered me. He'd threaten to kill me and then say I wasn't worth going to prison for so I should do the world a favor and kill myself. The ironic thing is that after I finally got the strength to leave him he begged me to take him back, and I did a couple of times, but I finally ended it for good. Oh yeah, and he ended up in prison!

    Why didn't I have the pleasure to date a guy like this? I'd kick his *kitten* so badly and when the cops come, I'd cry uncontrollably saying, "he hit me..."
  • Lizziebenz7
    Lizziebenz7 Posts: 7
    This is amazing that you got the strength to leave. I left a man after being with him for four years after him bullying me of my weight, he would constantly tell me im fat overweight big, however he would force me to eat! If I said no to something he would put it in my mouth and make me eat it! I hated every bit of it!! When I left him he was "heartbroken" how can anybody bully their partner and say they LOVE them. Really annoys me. Oh & this other guy I got with hit me, make me bleed, lots of physical abuse but somehow manages to say mean things with my weight loss or negative things I really don't need to hear like yeah you say tha but you have not done anything about it! (Well I have and im trying my hardest but its almost impossible with the bullys around me!)
  • sloth3toes
    sloth3toes Posts: 2,212 Member
    .He was a greasy haired, Elvis wanna be, it was the 70's, shirt open to the navel, catholic cross gleaming on his pot bellied midriff.....probably in his 40's<<<you'd think he would have known better...

    I love your description of this c0cksucker.... I can see him now. Actually, I can see him now.... he's all dead and decomposed and *kitten*, and you're still here and lovin' life. I think that karma wins this time. :wink:
  • tesha_chandler
    tesha_chandler Posts: 378 Member
    After my first son was born, (literally, he wasn't even a week old yet) My ex husband walked into the room while I was on the phone, and he said, "You must want a hamburger, since you are what you eat" I was so mortified and the person on the phone (my cousin) heard it.. But no worries, karma has been extra cruel to that dirt bag :)

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