rudest thing anyone has ever said about your weight?

My mom is the source for any and ALL of the rude comments I have ever gotten.
"You'd be so pretty if you lost some weight."
"You looked so pretty back then...what happened?" (Again, talking about me gaining weight)
"You're never going to get a boyfriend"
And then various comments of parts of my body that are too big. Also she will look me up and down and make this horrible disapproving noise.

That's ridiculous, I would get away from her fast!

Well let's see while growing up I was called every version of fat you can think of by class mates so nothing surprises me now. Literally had a classmate call me michelin (bc the mascot for michelin is this white lumpy thing). One time I was talking to my grandmother and I was like "grandma, some people have been telling me lately I look like I lost weight" and she said "I don't know how ya don't do anything". That was about ten yrs ago. just the other day on Easter I was telling her how I had a handful of chips at my dads house and she said :A handful?" (Implying I probably ate way more than a handful..). Idk I'm so used to it that I just don't care anymore.. And now a days if a grown adult were to say something rude to me, I have a mouth on me so they better watch out!

My friends father said that my boyfriend now husband, wouldn't be able to find my female parts (he used a rude word) because I gained weight.

I was only 9 the first time I cut myself.

Forgive me if this post is too long....I've been obese my entire life for as long as I can remember, and until joining this site I never knew I would ever be able to rant/vent/release my emotions about my weight. In any case if you read it, thanks. If you don't, I definitely understand because it's a lot of text LOL.

I was home schooled, so you'd think that would've spared me some childhood bullying. NOPE. Turns out church kids are just as bad as anyone else. So are the kids in karate class. And the kids at the school bus where I'd meet up with my public schooled friends in the afternoon. And that's just childhood. WELP... here it goes:

Around age 8 I had a very short haircut, I was taking karate classes and very tomboyish. Meeting up with friends at the school bus stop one afternoon, a girl yelled from the bus "hey are you a boy a girl?"... I was really confused, but just yelled back "A girl of course!" to which the girl replied at the top of her lungs "DID YOU SAY HIPPOPOTAMUS?"....The bus rode off with all the kids laughing at me, my so-called friends included. That was the first time I ever went home, alone, and REALLY felt a great sadness I'd never experienced before. The seclusion had begun.

It only got worse from there. Because of my height and weight I was moved up to the teenage class at my karate school. I was the only girl, and the youngest by at least 4 years. I was ganged up on, picked on, purposely roughed up during sparring matches. I was called everything from "pizza face" to "thunder thighs". I had boys approach me , poke at my fat and ask among each other if I was wearing a bra under my gi (uniform) or not, to which one boy yelled "Boobs don't count if you're a whale!"....

It got to a point where I'd always feel ill. Something was wrong with me, I felt like I was dying. I was so young I didn't know what depression was, and the few times I did voice my feeling of being sick to my parents I was either told to repent!... because whatever problem I had that wasn't a maimed limb or life threatening injury, God could take care of. If it wasn't that, it was "I think you're being a hypochondriac". I didn't know what that was, I just knew something was wrong with me, and no one was able to help.

I became extremely introverted and antisocial. I discovered AOL 3.0 and chat rooms where I could remain anonymous or be whoever I felt like being that day. Teenage years were rough, I only went to karate because I was forced to. Thankfully I was moved up again to the adult class, where people were still horrid only a bit more subtle about it.

My parents were BIG on church back then so I was there 2-3 times a week. I tried to spend most of the time at youth group by myself. During points in each meeting where I absolutely had to be around people, the experience always seemed less than pleasant. We had sports/games we were REQUIRED to participate in. No one wanted the fat girl on their dodge ball team. No one wanted to be strapped to the sweaty fat girl's leg for the 3-legged race. When we had lock-ins and sleepovers, I'd be in my sleeping bag in a corner while the other girls would be together in a tight-knit group having make-up parties and reading magazines.

Eventually I dropped out of almost everything, all in the same year. I stopped going to church and youth group, I stopped going to my karate class just weeks shy of being able to test for my 3nd dan black belt. And even though I was home schooled, I stopped doing school.

I did continue working however, jobs that didn't require a high school degree. I babysat for an in-home daycare from age 15 to 20. From 20 to 28 I worked in restaurants, came out of my shell and made friends, although I made myself the "fat funny loud friend" in every group I went through. There were still the occasional rude comments from customers and coworkers. I even had one customer tell my manager she didn't want me to be her server because I "looked sloppy and slow" and she was in a rush.

Recently I moved to a new state with my parents. I'm jobless, I'm insurance-less (which you know SUCKS when you're overweight with severe physical and mental health issues), and I'm starting over.

I turned 29 this week, but It feels as though I was just born.

When I was 15/16 my friend's mum met me and instantly said "You can tell this one doesn't not eat!"
It's not the worst thing on this forum, but hurt a hell of a lot, especially as I had an Eating Disorder at the time.

My Grandmother, every time we see her without fail, will always say "When I was younger I had your face, but was thin, like your sister." I'm sure she doesn't mean it in a horrible way, but it kills my every time, as I've always compared myself to my sister.

My Grandfather once said "You need to get some sun on that chubby little face of yours"

Grandmothers are always so rude with out even realizing it.

I went on a blind date and he said I was to fat to date.

Doesn't matter what was said. It taught me an important lesson about people who are rude to me about weight or anything else.

They quickly exit my life and are barred from returning.

No one has really made comments to me about my weight in my adult age, but I remember many hurtful things being said to me when I was younger. One that has stuck with me was when one of my peers said I would break my horses back because I'm so fat. That really hurt me because horseback riding was my one and only emotional and physical outlet at the time.

I don't understand why people think making weight comments, or any comments about appearance, is acceptable. You are a beautiful woman and that has nothing to do with how big or small you are.

Cultural differences definitely do exist, but this woman just sounds like a total moron with no social skills or just doesn't care how you feel. She's probably just extremely insecure herself and feels better when she makes others feel bad.

When I was living in Ecuador, a few people made comments about my weight, but I understood that it was just a cultural difference. At first it stung, but I actually started to grow a thicker skin and comments like that stopped bothering me!

I really can't believe those two didn't say anything to her though... that's even worse.

Well before losing weight everyone at work talked about how i was a bit chunky and so When i got down to around 150 pounds everyone said i looked too skinny so i got lazy and gained it back. It was like i couldn't win either way, even now when when mom bought a whole chicken for the family I was told don't eat the whole thing. it got under my skin so I did not touch the chicken for a while. I ate only a little and let my dad eat the rest.