your worse or humiliating experience when fat?

A few years ago, I was driving with the windows down and stopped at a stoplight when I heard something coming from the car next to me. There were two guys in their 20s in the car next to mine and they were looking at me saying "moo!!" When I instinctively looked over, they said "How's it going cow?" and mooed at me until the light changed. I was so devastated that it crushed my self esteem and made things worse for me for a while. People can be so cruel. That experience just sticks with me. So simple, but so traumatic.

there's a really great line from the musical FOOTLOOSE where the owner of the burger joint tells the bad guy, "Your bike is parked in the handicapped space, which is a space we reserve for people with physical, not mental disabilities.' I wish you could recognize that those young idiots are scarred in their own way.

I thought of another one, that happened recently and just made me feel awful.

It was about eight pounds ago. I generally gain weight in my belly, so my pants size doesn't fluctuate a whole lot. I was wearing a pair of jeans that I'd bought after my housefire, before I gained 20 pounds.

I was at my boyfriend's apartment, and the zipper broke. Like, the pull came off of one side of the zipper, so the pants couldn't zip anymore. It. Felt. Awful.

I tried to shrug it off. I grabbed another pair of pants and put them on. They seemed too big, and too long. But sometimes that happens. I buy pants because they "kind-of" fit. They fit my thighs and butt, but are too long and too big in the waist. But whatever.

Then later, while we were watching a movie, I scratched an itch and felt a weird texture. So I asked my boyfriend if I'd sat in something. He said "No, there are butterflies on those pants." I'm like, "...I don't have any pants with butterflies on them...?"

Then, while changing for bed, I noticed they were a size of jeans that I'd never bought before. They were bigger.

So I said to him, "These are definitely not my pants. I've never bought a pair of pants this big."

And he turns around and looks at me, completely baffled, and asks, "Who do I know who wears bigger pants than YOU?"

I felt my heart fall into my stomach. He didn't even realize why it was such a horrible thing to say.

That's when I started trying to eat better. But it totally blows my mind how sometimes boyfriends/husbands just don't realize how freaking hurtful they're being. Oi.

(Side note: They were his roommate's girlfriend's pants, no funny business was going on.)

Was in the bathroom the other day when the phone rang. My almost 4 yr old son answered the phone and I could hear him saying "No I can't put mommy on the phone. She is too big she will break it" LOL!

I thought of another one, that happened recently and just made me feel awful.

It was about eight pounds ago. I generally gain weight in my belly, so my pants size doesn't fluctuate a whole lot. I was wearing a pair of jeans that I'd bought after my housefire, before I gained 20 pounds.

I was at my boyfriend's apartment, and the zipper broke. Like, the pull came off of one side of the zipper, so the pants couldn't zip anymore. It. Felt. Awful.

I tried to shrug it off. I grabbed another pair of pants and put them on. They seemed too big, and too long. But sometimes that happens. I buy pants because they "kind-of" fit. They fit my thighs and butt, but are too long and too big in the waist. But whatever.

Then later, while we were watching a movie, I scratched an itch and felt a weird texture. So I asked my boyfriend if I'd sat in something. He said "No, there are butterflies on those pants." I'm like, "...I don't have any pants with butterflies on them...?"

Then, while changing for bed, I noticed they were a size of jeans that I'd never bought before. They were bigger.

So I said to him, "These are definitely not my pants. I've never bought a pair of pants this big."

And he turns around and looks at me, completely baffled, and asks, "Who do I know who wears bigger pants than YOU?"

I felt my heart fall into my stomach. He didn't even realize why it was such a horrible thing to say.

That's when I started trying to eat better. But it totally blows my mind how sometimes boyfriends/husbands just don't realize how freaking hurtful they're being. Oi.

(Side note: They were his roommate's girlfriend's pants, no funny business was going on.)

Aha! You should have said "then you DO know someone with bigger pants!" lol

We just cant win...

I was at the front at the reading festival and the band I wanted to see had finished playing. I didn't want to stay there for the rest of the day and there was no way I was getting out through the crowd,. I asked the security guards to help me out over the barrier as they were doing for the other people. He looked at me and said really? Then called over another one and said 'this fat bird wants out'.
They did help me out but I was so upset.

When one of my coworkers asked how far along I was. I didn't think that kind of thing really happened to people. I felt my face turn hot and I said, "I'm not." I think she was just as embarrassed as I was. She started stuttering and said someone told her I was pregnant. I didn't stop to ask her who because I was pretty sure she made it up on the fly to save herself and I wanted to get out of there. That felt awful.

getting called names and "It's the eclipse!" was worst for long, my lovely hubby getting my jeans by mistake and *without thinking* saying "These aren't my jeans, they're ELEPHANTINE" years ago ( you notice how well I've let that go) but the prize goes to getting stuck in a bob sleigh ride in front of lots of people ...although a dodgy knee had a bit to do with it (that's my story and I'm sticking to it)

I had so much awful stuff said to me as a kid by the people who were supposed to love me. Dad on more than one occasion said no man would ever love me because I am fat (first time I was probably 7 and super skinny). But that stuck on me so hard I started gaining. Mom had me in weight watchers by 9. But only fed me this messed up diet food like liver, while they ate burgers. My brother always introduced me to his friends as fat girl.

Nothing any stranger ever said was worse than being forced to live with my family for 17 years. To this day I stress for weeks before one of them comes to visit. And I guard my kid, like a lioness, from their ignorant mouths.

Shopping for a dress for a gala. I refuse to even look at wedding dresses until I've dropped about 50 lbs because I don't want to have that experience again. Timing should work out just fine though since the wedding isn't for 17 months, so I'll start dress shopping about a year out if all goes well.