rudest thing anyone has ever said about your weight?

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.

I've never told this story before because it was just too painful, but what the heck. When I was around 21, a hundred years ago, I walked into a bar with some friends - Pat O'Brian's in New Orleans, to be exact. As soon as I walked in, a guy stood up, pointed at me, and shouted the words from a popular TV commercial, "WHERE'S THE BEEF? THERE'S THE BEEF!" A whole bunch of people turned to look at me and laughed. I ran to the restroom, where I stayed all night, crying, while my "friends" partied on in the bar. Pretty much didn't go anywhere at all for years after that experience.

And while I'm at it, there was the time I was at a little "banana split party" at a friend's house. She brought us all our splits from the kitchen and mine was last. They all looked yummy! Only problem was - mine arrived covered in ketchup, much to the great amusement of everyone there. It was because I was fat, you see, so she didnt think I should have one. And I guess she thought I deserved to be humiliated as well.

There's more where that came from, but that'll do for now. Whew, that felt good! It breaks my heart to read these stories...but at least now we know that we are not alone.

Oh. My. God.

You need new friends. I was horrified reading this! Actually, this whole thread is just a downer.

I really hope you've found some supportive, caring people to share yourself with.

I was asked once on the train how long was I on my pregnancy I wanted to die, but I lied I said 5, I was not going to let the woman humiliate me in front of others.

how much do you have to loose?..

honestly i want to lose like 40 lbs. I recently lost 35 lbs 2 years ago but slowly gained it back ever since i moved here. I'm used to city living. I live in the country where there are not too many designated spots to workout unless you drive some place.

Cant you use the advantage of living jn the country. I do and it workout place. I Walk or Jog in the lanes without fear of cars or people.
I have never been to the US so I don't know what your idea of the country is.

Anyway bottom line the woman sounds like a ***** and needs a slap.
Sounds to me like she is belittling you to make herself look better.

I've never told this story before because it was just too painful, but what the heck. When I was around 21, a hundred years ago, I walked into a bar with some friends - Pat O'Brian's in New Orleans, to be exact. As soon as I walked in, a guy stood up, pointed at me, and shouted the words from a popular TV commercial, "WHERE'S THE BEEF? THERE'S THE BEEF!" A whole bunch of people turned to look at me and laughed. I ran to the restroom, where I stayed all night, crying, while my "friends" partied on in the bar. Pretty much didn't go anywhere at all for years after that experience.

And while I'm at it, there was the time I was at a little "banana split party" at a friend's house. She brought us all our splits from the kitchen and mine was last. They all looked yummy! Only problem was - mine arrived covered in ketchup, much to the great amusement of everyone there. It was because I was fat, you see, so she didnt think I should have one. And I guess she thought I deserved to be humiliated as well.

There's more where that came from, but that'll do for now. Whew, that felt good! It breaks my heart to read these stories...but at least now we know that we are not alone.

Oh. My. God.

You need new friends. I was horrified reading this! Actually, this whole thread is just a downer.

I really hope you've found some supportive, caring people to share yourself with.

I have! That was in my twenties - I'm 51 now and I have a wonderful, supportive hubby and family, as well as some good friends. I know those are horrible stories, but no worries, I'm a happy lady with a good (though still fat) life. :-)

"You have beautiful face, it's a pity about your body" - My Mother.