rudest thing anyone has ever said about your weight?

Oh, I have a list. Sorry about how quickly this turned in to a novel-length rant.

The first time I ever had someone be rude about my weight, I was 14. We were electing 'prince and princess' in class for our Winter Carnival. This is 11 years ago now but I remember it vividly. Now, my class was full of two kinds of people: girls I was great friends with, and guys who were jerks. What wound up happening was a) I got voted in as 'princess' (I was overweight but only like a size 10, which is a happy weight for me), and b) due to the guys being jerks, the class 'weirdo/nerd/fat boy' (who was very nice albeit socially stunted, to be fair) was voted in as 'prince'. When the results were read, several guys in my class were all, "*PIPERTARGARUYEN* CAN'T DO SURVIVOR!(a fun challenge we did with the other grades and classes with their prince and princess nominees) EW, IMAGINE HER FAT *kitten* IN A BIKINI!!" As this was junior high, obviously bathing suits were not a thing in our freakin' school Survivor. But I digress.

I got fatter through high school, maxing at about 185, then lost a bunch of weight after graduation. My low weight was 150lbs at 5'4", approximately a size 9. By a lot of peoples' standards, that's still fat. To me, I felt and looked damned fabulous. That's when I started dating my boyfriend (more than 5 years ago now!). Incidentally, 5+ years later, he's still with me.

Anyway, I went from 150 to about 160 (a weight I'd kill for now!) when a coworker, a lady in her late 50s - with no tact, noted I gained that 10lbs. Her exact words were, "Have you gained weight?" Me: "Er, some, yeah." Her: "Why? How?" At age 21, this made me SEETH. I ended up getting sent home from work, I was so baffled, disgusted, and was crying. Why on earth would you say that to someone?

So from 2011 onwards, I fluctuated from 160 to 170 for about a year. Then some stuff happened behind my back that sent me into a deep depression. I stopped leaving my house and ballooned to 185-190ish. I then went to college (2012-2013), where sitting on my butt all week rather than running around at work made me get to my all-time high weight of 215 (as of January 1st, 2014).

During college, I had one classmate who was obsessed with fitness. She was in one of those bikini competitions, restricted and worked out like crazy and then would binge on entire boxes of rice crispies when she couldn't handle it. Admitted she was WAY below normal, healthy weight for a girl her height. She would come over and SMELL my lunch when I bought it from the school cook. Inhaled it. Because she wouldn't let herself eat it. Whenever I wasn't around, she'd bash me, and fat people in general. Saying she didn't know how we could live with ourselves, or how we let ourselves get to that point. How fat people were disgusting. Obviously, this got back to me (my program only had 8 people, 6 of whom I considered friends, who were quick to inform me. On the bright side, she was HATED among our class!). It stung and hurt, and if she'd known about the emotional trauma I'd been through... but whatever.

Anyway. I'm down to 187 now. I want to get to 140. I'm being healthy about it, and with workouts and such I actually feel stronger now, at this technically 'obese' weight, than I ever did at my low weight. My boyfriend still loves me. And more importantly, I love myself and think I'm a beast-machine.

So sorry for the language, BUT **** EVERYONE ELSE who gives you crap about your weight!!!!!!!!!!

The horrible things people say has nothing to do with you and says a great deal about them.

I recently had an incident in a busy supermarket the other day.
There was 3 young girls (about 16/17) behind me following me around the shop repeating over and over "oi fatty fatty fatty fatty fatty and ohhhh should you really be putting that in your basket?"
The looks of disgust they were getting as I walked through the store was phenominal because they would turn and say it to other people too.
I ignored them until I got to the most crowed part of the shop and then I let rip.
I wont tell you what I said because it was horrible and I felt a little ashamed, until shoppers starting applauding.
The girls look horrified and ran off.

OMG I want to know what you said!!

Think about what she has said to you and come up with snarky answers .I would be so ready for her the next time and just say something rude back to her. Ask her if she has been sleeping well lately ,if she says why tell her that her eyes are looking really baggy. Or are those pants to tight on you ,because it is cutting the air off to your brain.If she is looking for a fight just give it to her.

When i was smaller, and totally healthy, lift weights and stuff. i was told by complete strangers things like
"god eat a cheeseburger"
"you remind me of skeletor"
"you're too small its unhealthy"
ect.ect.ect.

1. I was told that I "looked like that one actor. You know, the FAT one! What's his name?" (This has happened more than once.)

2. Back when I was a DJ at a school dance in the late 90's, a girl told me, "You remind me of the chunky Backstreet Boy." (On one hand, I looked like a Backstreet Boy. On the other hand, she made sure she mentioned the "chunky" one.)

3. Back in high school I was interested in a girl and one of my friends was her next door neighbor and had known her since birth, so I asked him to talk me up to her. He said to her, "Do you know Eric? You know, my friend that is short, has a big nose and a spare tire?" (I later became friends with her and she told me this.)

For the record, these all make me laugh now, but back then it kind of hurt.

Not rude so much as galling:

My father's former girlfriend said "oh my goodness! Don't you want a man? You'll never get a man if you're fat!!"

I was 12. TWELVE. The amount of wrong here is overwhelming.

When I was in nursing school I went to Kenya for a service learning trip and while in one of the hospitals there I was going about my day and it was time for "tea time" where everyone stops what they are doing and go drink tea and have cookies for a few minutes and some people had already made a few uncomfortable comments during the day so I decided not to have any, I just sat there quietly and then one of the employees came in with a pair of scrubs that had to be 4x or 5x held them up in front of everybody (all complete strangers) and said I should go put them on because they would fit better than the scrubs I was wearing. I was mortified! Luckily one of the women saw that it had upset me and pulled me aside while I balled my eyes out. I was 5'7 and about 215lbs at the time and heavy but I wasn't pouring out of my scrubs or anything, I wore a size XL and it wasn't baggy but it wasn't uncomfortable tight either. I can't imagine what they would say about me now at my current weight! I know there are cultural differences but I think it went a little to far. The rest of the trip was amazing though! And I met some amazing people

2. Back when I was a DJ at a school dance in the late 90's, a girl told me, "You remind me of the chunky Backstreet Boy." (On one hand, I looked like a Backstreet Boy. On the other hand, she made sure she mentioned the "chunky" one.)

I know that for you personally, this was a ****ty thing, but as someone whose first purchased album, at age 6, was the BSB, I am laughing SO hard (while feeling bad that people are jerks).

I don't think I had any comments about my weight until I got a job with abusive bosses which started in 2010 and ended in 2013.

They called me "chubby" while taking a group photo saying "you stand with the chubby girls because all the skinnies are on the left"

I am allergic to many foods, and one of the bosses said "yeah right, you'd never know you were allergic to anything!" basically saying that I was so fat there's no way I limit my diet.

After making a passing comment about how I didn't want to have my own children, my boss said that I had no reason to be so vain about my body (insinuating that child bearing would ruin a women's body) because I was fat anyway.

CONSTANT comments about food choices - even if it was a healthy food choice. Constant criticism about what and how much I ate.

Thank goodness I was laid off before the holidays last year, working there was so psychologically abusive!