rudest thing anyone has ever said about your weight?

I walked in on my 12 yr old son talking about me and his stepmom when he was 4 and he told his friend I have two moms, one really skinny and one not skinny... :blushing: :blushing:

Kids are brutally honest, sadly. I have 3 Aunt Debbi's (yes 3, all married to my various uncles). When I was really little there were just two. Don't ask me why, but I ended up calling them "Big Debbi" and "Little Debbi". Admittedly one was obese (idk her actual weight) and the other perhaps 120 and looked like one of the women in 80s workout vids. For some reason my family found it funny and the names stuck. I often wonder what "Big Debbi" really thought though....

I also used New Debbi and Old Debbi since one joined the family prior to my birth and the other joined when I was about 2-3. So at least she got the good one of these as "New".

My dad told me that I was fat and needed to lose weight in 3rd grade.

That is absolutely horrible. Sets you up for an eating disorder for life. I was in 3rd grade when I got sick and was in the hospital for awhile. I was a very skinny child and gained a lot of weight in the hospital. When I went back to school all the kids were like man you really got fat

Along with some others here, I've been asked when I'm due. :embarassed:

When I was like 4 or 5 my grandfather (who is all around a horrible person, not even gonna get into the gritty details of that) told me my mom should put me in a cage so I couldn't eat anymore. Also had my siblings telling me I was fat constantly when I was very young.

Also, once in middle school I was having an out with a girl and she called me santa clause. Which was actually odd, because she wasn't much smaller than I was.

Well, it wasn't said, but it was done...

When I was about 16 (many years ago), I was walking near my home with a friend, a taller friend, but we were the same size. I was egged by a boy on a bike because I was fat.

I was so horrified, I didn't leave the house for a while

That sucks! I (sort of) know the feeling.

I once had one of those big gulps hit me in the back from a moving car while I was biking with my mother. We had literally done about 30 miles, and were less than a mile from home. I felt terrible about myself for months after that and backed out of most bike riding b/c it literally depressed me.

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.

I hope that banana split ended up in that brat's face!

My mother likes to say she will give me her old pants that don't fit her anymore...even though we practically weigh the same

Once when I was younger, maybe 13 or so, I was going for a walk on the beach and someone drove by and yelled out "Keep walking, fat *kitten*!"

I have a theory that this same car of guys just travels the countryside yelling this. So we've all been yelled at by the same cursed individuals. They have no other purpose in life, but to yell horrible things at people out their windows. It's their curse. I am hoping Supernatural does an episode where Sam and Dean have to put them to rest for good.

The best part is when you can't understand them so it's just a loud "WERVEQGBWRRFG FG" as they drive by. It makes me chuckle.

The rudest things said about my weight generally come from my mother. I've struggled to have a healthy attitude to food for a while. The other day she walked in my house and the first thing she said was "DIET" really loudly while pointing at my belly and scowling at me like I'd just kicked her in the face. I'm going on holiday in 4 weeks and now I'm really paranoid about wearing a swimming costume in public. Which logically is ridiculous, I'm a UK size 10 and 5'9". I've put on like 3lbs the past few weeks, but nothing that should be making me feel guilty for daring to eat my breakfast.

I really think that half the time, the problem isn't how our bodies look but other people feeling the need to force their warped perceptions on to us. I'd just really like to find a nice balance of enjoying food and being active that makes me happy without other people opening their mouths cos I don't tick their personal boxes.

End of grumble!

I think I've been very lucky. or I look really mean, because most of my life no one has said anything in ear shot of me. The one time someone did i was walking through a park and some Hispanic men started catcalling me in Spanish. I was getting ready to give them what-for when a guy walked by and said in Spanish, "no, no shes way too fat for you to be doing that". I guess he assumed I didn't speak any Spanish. So I said, in Spanish, the equivalent of "He's right, his Penis is way too small to fit into me". Then they all started laughing at him and he hurried off. I was so angry at what he said I forgot to yell at the men catcalling me. hahaha!

Best. Response. EVER.

I've had a few. More recently I was walking into work and a woman (on the highway driving by) leaned out the car window and yell profanities at me about me being big. Needless to say that bothered me for the rest of my day.
Another was when I was in roughly 5th grade. My grandfathers wife looked at me and said "If you spent a summer with us you'd loose some weight."
I'm learning quickly to just let it go. People are going to poke and jab about anything different about you. Whether it be your big, small, hairy, look or talk different, its always going to be something.