rudest thing anyone has ever said about your weight?

I once went to my local doctors for a completely other matter and the doctor stated "if you get any fatter you won’t fit through the office door" I left immediately before my other half took a swing at him. To this day the whole thing just makes me so upset!

First of all, your weight is your business and noone elses!
Someone said to me after my recovery from anorexia (which lead to me being a little overweight), "Jheeze you looked better when you looked like death warmed up"!

Thats terrible!!
Its like you cant win either way!! >.<

Dunno if I have posted this before but my brother called me a fat c**t.
My own brother of all people.

I have been very lucky not to have had the horrible experience people here have had, my heart goes out to all of you.

The only thing ever said to me about my weight was from my darling 5 year old nephew who said at a family dinner:

"If we ever had to escape if there was a fire we could all escape through that window. Except you, because your butt is too big"

I burst out laughing, my poor brother was mortified, but he was right at 5ft 8in and 300 pounds my butt was WAY too big!

I never really received any horrible insult about my weight and people, even when I was in really bad shape and with 74 kg, never thought I was overweight, just with more curves. Even the shop ladies would bring me clothes below my size and were always surprised to see I needed bigger sizes to fit. So yeah, nothing awful was ever said that would get me frustrated or depressed about my weight. My boyfriend at the time used to tell me he loved my shape regardless, so I guess, in a way, that enabled my overeating. So when I told my parents I needed to get fit and lose some weight, they were afraid I'd become anorectic or something.

My point is, sometimes even when you're surrounded with nice people who never make you feel fat, you still realize that something isn't quite right, that you don't feel as healthy as you used to and that it's your responsibility to make a change, regardless of what others may say. Insults or compliments can often change our perception and how we feel about our weight, but ultimately, everything you do should be for you and you alone. Getting in shape for the kids or the husband or to prove someone wrong, or to be called sexy or whatever can be a trap because the results may not be what we expected. I'd rather get healthy because I love myself, not because of what others have to say about it.

I've heard the "you have a really cute face for a fat girl" at the bar more than once.

My husband tends to be the one to dish out the comments. One is he will poke my belly and say "baby????". the one that really annoys me is when he says its easy to lose weight. Just a matter of mind over matter - set my mind that I will lose weight and I will. Guess I lack that will power or something because it has never been easy for me to keep my weight down. I have struggled with it for as long as I can remember. Being in my 50's has just added to the challenge.

No one comment comes to mind, but whenever fitness gets brought up or it comes up that I go to the gym and watch my nutrition, people accuse me of having a problem. It bothers me wicked badly.

I became overweight when I hit puberty at 11 years old. Ever since then my mother would make comments about how I couldn't wear certain kinds of clothes because they didn't look right. I would try on clothes and she'd tell me they would look better if I lost some weight. Occasionally she would buy me clothes that were twice my size and even after I begun losing weight she would still buy my clothes that were too big. I wear a Medium and a size 8/10 now and I tell her not to buy me clothes anymore because she still buys me XL and size 14/16....it's an insult to me because I feel my hard work to lose those 40 lbs isn't noticeable.

The biggest I've ever been was 140lbs at 5"3. During the time I was gaining weight I was eating a muffin and my older sister said to me "you're getting kind of fat."

I stopped eating the muffin and felt pretty down on myself. I probably didn't need the muffin, I wasn't even hungry. It just felt like a compulsion to me to want to eat it. A few months after that my dad said "you're starting to fatten up a bit."

Honestly I'm happy for their honesty. It was the wake-up call I needed. My mother was not helpful at all and kept trying to tell me to not lose weight, that I was fine the way I was. She's pretty chubby. I started going to the gym and eating healthy despite her discouragement.

I'm down to about 123lbs-126lbs right now (I've gotten 121lbs-126lbs on electronic scales so I don't know what to believe). I still think I look pretty horrible, hoping to get down to 110 or 115 in time for the summer so being in a swimsuit won't make me anxious.

I can't imagine how awful it would be for a stranger to go up to you and insult you. I would cry like a baby.

This was when I was 15 kg heavier:

I was reaching for a chewy chocolate cookie (yum!), and this person at work commented, “Are you sure you want to eat that?”

In my mind, I was like “UGH, EFF OFF!”. And then I proceeded to bite into the cookie, go HMMMM, smile and walk away.

My fat, diabetic uncle said "you don't miss many meals, do you?". He was not a nice guy (now deceased) and really had no room to talk considering his weight and medical issues.

I think it's actually a little therapeutic to be reading everyone's stories! I won't bother repeating all of the typical elementary/jr. high/high school/ mean mom/ unsympathetic sister/ cruel brothers incidents that have plagued so many of us... I did get the pregnancy question twice... one about twenty or so years ago from from a very sweet little old couple who'd offered for me to go ahead of them in checkout (I assumed it was because I only had one or two things as opposed to their cartful) and we got to chatting and the lady asked, "When are you due, dear?" I felt like I'd been shot right in the gut, but they were so sweet and nice and were not being mean or hateful at all, and in their defense I was wearing a high-waisted babydoll style dress that would make Kate Moss look expectant. I didn't have the heart to embarrass them, so next thing I knew I just opened my mouth and said, "January."

The other time was maybe five years ago, I was in the waiting room while my daughter had her weekly speech and occupational therapies. it was a different day than we normally were there, so I had plenty of new faces to people-watch. There was a VHD (Very Hot Dad) that came in with his charges, and it was clear he had his hands full with the oldest, a girl who looked about 12 but functioned more like a much, much younger child. She was big for her age and very sweet and affectionate, trying to cuddle in his lap and asking a million questions like little ones tend to do. She spotted me, came over and asked if she could give me a hug. I told her I never turn down a free hug and as she gave me a big bear squeeze she asked if I had a baby in my tummy.

There was that old feeling of being shot in the gut again, but I put on a big smile and said something like, "No, no baby, I'm just a big girl." She just said, "Okay!" And hugged me again and I looked over at Very Hot Dad and the look on his Very Mortified Face was so comical I almost laughed out loud. I threw him an "it's all good" look as he kind of mouthed, "I'm so sorry." His consternation turned it into more of a comical moment and eased a bit of the sting from the girl's innocent remark.

Wow. With all these comments, it's no wonder some people wake up disappointed that they didn't die in their sleep. I'm one of those people. I don't venture out of the house unless I need to, try to work out during off-hours and hide behind bulky clothes.

Regarding the OP - the 'sister-in-law' is just plain awful as a human being. Being European is no excuse. My European in-laws are amazing and caring people. Seriously, if you can, minimize your time with this person - she is toxic.