rudest thing anyone has ever said about your weight?

My dad told me after I had my son that I was getting fat like him! Now mind you, he wasn't fat and I had been working out like crazy and watching my calories to get back to pre-baby weight. I thought this was the rudest comment ever. I will never forget he said that to me. My mom always sizes me up too every time she sees me. Other than times of pregnancy, I have always been just a bit over my weight limit but they both make me feel like I need to lose a ton of weight. I am not comfortable eating around them. Now that's really sad.

a complete stranger called me fat at the park two days ago.

How about don't lose anymore weight and i weigh175 5ft 7in tall............:frown: :huh:

Girl in high school told me that my face resembled that of a hippo (with the fact that my face is very round and my ears stick out apparently).

Another idiot in high school observed me eating fries and commented "Should you be eating that?". I was 5'3" and 130 lbs at the time; he was well over 200 lbs.

I was visiting my friend at the hospital once when her newly-made hospital friend pointed to my gut and asked when I was due.

Ex-boyfriend told me that I would be "prettier" if I lost 30 lbs

As a woman who, for years, struggled with undiagnosed PCOS and severe adenomyosis (which caused an enlarged uterus), I have certainly heard my share of rude comments over the years -- even when my actual weight was normal. I got the "pretty face" comments, the "pregnant" comments (those are tough to absorb when they start when you're 12 years old, 5'0", and 108lbs), and the "you carry it well...unless you turn to the side, it's hard to tell how fat you are." Plus, my mother -- always obsessed with her weight and sure she was fat at a size 5 -- had me on pretty restrictive diets from the time that I was seven (I got a bit chunky before a growth spurt), and her enforced exercise felt like my punishment for being "overweight." Over the years, I started to struggle in earnest with my weight and my health, never knowing why.

Still, the comments that hurt me the most came from my now-estranged husband. Before we met, I had discovered a new love of fitness and had dropped 60 lbs from my top weight. I was happy, had mostly gotten over the old wounds, and while my health was still a challenge to manage (and I still didn't know why), I was working out for the right reasons and was proud of all I'd accomplished. After we got together, though, he kept making comments about how he couldn't believe he was with a chubby girl, and he was embarrassed because he didn't know what his friends would think of my weight. I told him it hurt me, but I tried to excuse it because he was not exactly experienced with women...and wasn't great with people in general. But I'd also just moved across the country and just lost a loved one, so I was emotionally vulnerable, anyway -- I don't know that I would have stayed with him had I still been back home with my old friends.

His constant criticisms wore me down over time, and I gave up for a while. Even when he didn't speak the words aloud, he'd make faces at my outfits, at what I was eating, and a myriad of other things. I was having terrible allergy issues in the area I had moved to, and a recurrence of the worst symptoms of the condition, so exercise was very difficult, anyway. But when we moved back to my home state, I started working out again -- all the while fighting the health issues. I started dropping weight again, but my self-image was so confused that I had taken to taking photos to try to get an idea of what I looked like.

I made the mistake of mentioning to him in a moment of vulnerability that it felt weird to me that I didn't really KNOW what I looked like any more...and mentioned that some of the pictures I'd taken in a mirror surprised me because I looked a little smaller than I'd expected.

And his response: "Well, maybe we just have skinny mirrors."

I'm not sure why that comment is the one that still pricks at me most.

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Mine made me eat until I threw up because he didn't want food wasted! I was 8 or 9. No wonder we have weight/food issues!

So many things, and I have never had a BMI that was considered overweight.

"What kind of sport do you play? You look like you have the body of a rugby or a football player" - Said in public at a work dinner by one of our vendors

"No, it's just a couple of fat girls" Referring to a friend and I, when we were hiking at Red Rocks, CO

"You're kind of a big girl, you're like bigger than me" Said by a new male acquaintance

"You have gotten fat in these areas" *proceeds to point out areas* - Said by a now ex-boyfriend

"Wheatney, what has happened? You have gotten fat!" -Said by my friends Russian ex-boyfriend.

"You look quite hippy" - My friends grandma referring to me while I was in a bikini

When I was 16 and was working at a grocery store, a very elderly man said, "hurry up, fattie!" when I was bagging his groceries.

I remember every single one of these remarks quite vividly. I wonder if that old man would have ever imagined that I would carry his dismissive, offhand comment with me 12 years later.

Feeling fat casts a huge dark cloud over my entire day.

Random lady in the checkout line at the grocery store "when is the baby due?"

Mom when I was 12 "You don't have the figure for that top." All I said was that it was cute.

Dad when I was about 13 "if you don't go on a diet, I will make you go on one."

Teacher of a diabetes class "that's probably why you're so unhealthy." I never mentioned anything about my health. Which is perfect, by the way.

Unless I physically see a baby crowning first-hand, I will never ask if somebody is pregnant. I'm so sorry about the comments your parents made, it hits very close to home for me. "Do you really need that?" (regarding food) Being a big one.

Not the rudest, but the most recent and funny;

I went on a trip to Vietnam a month ago, and went north to Da Nang and Hoi An. Near there is a place called the Marble Mountains; one of which has stairs carved into it to climb (it's a bit touristy and crowded, but hey! I was a tourist!).

So I climbed the stairs, explored some of the grottoes, took pictures of the buddhas about 1/3 to 1/2 way up. Before long I was sweating up a storm (it was a 42 deg C day (107 f) and my shirt was sticking to me. However, I was determined to reach the top so I kept going and eventually made it. Took some pictures, slipped on some of the worn smooth-as marble, drunk some of the water I had taken with me.

Then, on the way down I passed this Malaysian gent and his daughter (who was all of nine years old). The father nodded and said, "It is good exercise!"
I said "yes, really good for cutting down," patting my belly.

And without missing a beat the little girl said, "yeah you need it!"

Not so much what they said ..
But a group of guys I went to school with chewed up food and threw it at me and told everyone I was gross enough that I would probably eat it. When I got up and left they all pointed and laughed while calling me cow, pig, ect.

That's actually quite heartbreaking!

I was in ON for my cousin's wedding and my mom, grandmother and I were staying in a hotel w/ a pool. As we were going to the pool my grandmother grabbed my side and said, "you've sure put on some weight"... Thanks grandma. The worst was, that was my skinny time about 10 years ago; I've since put on 40 lbs since then

When someone I knew but hadn't seen for awhile asked me when I was due.....that hurt cause I was not pregnant.

This thread has been both heart breaking and cathartic at the same time.
I have so many stories I dont know what one...ones to tell but here goes.

My grandparents and cousins lived 150 miles away from us and we didnt get to go very often. So when we did go I was so excited to be seeing my cousins. We all were outside playing and my cousins started singing to me...

Fatty fatty two by four
Couldnt get thru the batnroom door
So she did it on the floor
Licked it up and did some more

Oh how that destroyed my 9 year old self.

Jump ahead to 10th grade...now I had been teased and bullied all thru school but it came to a head one day in the middle of english class. One boy in particular would torment and tease me every chance he got. One day I finally had enough and exploded...I PUNCHED HIM SQUARE IN THE FACE...I got sent to the office for the official reprimand and unofficial pat on the back...

I could easily write a few more stories but I dont want to go to the dark places any more. Mfp is my light and my life now.

Can I steal some of your fat, so I can fry my sausages? You have plenty to spare!