Things that suck about being fat

The worst things are the people who try to make me feel like less of a human being because I'm overweight.

Puberty hit me like a truck in 6th grade and I gained weight like crazy along with my tiger stripes. My diet was already terrible and I was too shy to be active so I was teased all the up until 8th grade. People are the worst.

My list:

-Being the fat friend
-Being the fat girlfriend
-Friends looking better than you at the pool and in the cute Halloween costumes
-Back fat
-Chafing
-People not believing you work out( had to start somewhere, right?)
-Parents thinking you're pregnant and not believe you when you say you're just fat!!!!!!!
-Being looked over by that guy at your 16th birthday party because he says your friend is skinnier
-Going to school dances and prom alone.....
-Looking like a whale in maxi dresses or anything with stripes
- Falling in gym class and being laughed at
- Classmates making fun of your stretch marks. Lifting your shirt and pointing them out to everyone
-Too self conscious and shy to engage in social activities or musical when you know you have the talent
-Getting told you cant get into the water park because your swim suit doesn't look like a friggin swimsuit.
-Cousins teasing you because you're fat.
-Not trying out for cheer leading team because of the uniform.
-Being 3wayed into a phone conversation and hearing your boyfriend say hes breaking up with you tomorrow because you're overweight and only got with you because of your boobs.
-Being told I'm only attractive because I have huge boobs.


Clearly I'm still bitter about my childhood.....wish I made this **** up.

That's heartbreaking to read. I didn't really put on weight until my mid-20's. By best friend in high school (and to this day) was "The Big Girl" - sans boobs, which is a cruel joke by the Universe. I knew she had it tough growing up, but I can see through your post how truly brutal it was. smh

I see you've made amazing progress though! That's awesome!

Yea. People can be cruel. I started to grow into my weight in HS and I joined show choir and started a dance team so I started to lose a little weight. My diet was still the same so no significant weight loss. I went to an all girl school so I didn't get teased as much but I was still self conscious and had low self esteem. I gained all the weight back plus more in college and started losing weight my senior year when I started dancing again...diet changed.

I love the progress that I've made and I love my body. I feel accomplished and like I've worked really hard. I enjoy seeing people from elementary school and the looks I get...I've transformed into this awesome person and I've gained some amazing self esteem. It took awhile, but I got there and I'm still going.

Has anyone had a skinny dream; one where you're lean, fabulously attractive, only to awaken to your gigantic self?

All the time!

Now it's FUPA. Hate it, has to go!

But to be serious, when I weighed 245, it was starting to worry about my health for the first time in my life. Waking up with a tingly arm or a rapid heartbeat or just a funny feeling in my head, along with in general feeling horrible 24/7 of course. I was starting to seriously wonder if I was that far off from a heart attack or stroke. I might not have been. I know my blood pressure was high. And of course I had to think about diabetes. Especially since it runs in the family.

The biggest thing that sucks for me is not the physical aspects as much as the mental aspects! To feel not as worthy a person because of my size is the worst thing ever and certainly not the message I want to send to my children!

Hating how I look in EVERY picture, sitting or standing, cute outfit or not. I just want to be like "oh, cute picture" and be done with it. Also feeling judged when I order food, always.

To feel not as worthy a person because of my size is the worst thing ever and certainly not the message I want to send to my children!

If you have a moment, check out the below link--"Love yourself, Live Fully, No Excuses"--

http://nobodyshame.com/

You don't have to feel unworthy or live a second-class life due to weight. Perhaps this temporary gain is a teachable moment, where can show your kids not only how to be healthy, but for those rare times they are overweight, how to not let that hold them back from accomplishing all their many dreams in life.

I think FUPA stands for "fat upper pubic area"...that's what I've always heard anyway.

I think the worst thing about being fat is other peoples' negative assumptions...especially if you are obese/morbidly obese, a lot of people (including some fellow fat people) will assume one or many of the following things...that you are lazy, unintelligent, do not care about your health, take Rx meds for many health issues, have hypertension/diabetes/infertility, can't walk long distances or climb stairs, do not have healthy lifestyle habits in ANY WAY, binge eat, overeat at every meal, have a bad sex life, and are not stylish or sophisticated in any way. By no means an exhaustive list, either.

That stuff used to p** me off something awful because for me none of it was true...for some reason it bothered me MOST when other obese or morbidly obese women assumed it about me. I wasn't in denial about being dangerously obese, but I didn't have the issues that were assumed.

I'm completely with you on these points! Especially on the overweight peer assumptions and over eating.

I've always been in extremely good health, regardless of my weight(luckily!)...
Just last week my new boss and I were headed to a meeting and she asked me if I wanted to ride the elevator down one floor (and up, after the meeting was over), or if I had problems with the stairs leading up to the front doors of the building (all three of them) and did I want to use the ramp and handrail.

As a single mom, I do everything around the house, ie., landscaping, cleaning, garbage removal, home repairs and I think this has helped me maintain what health and stamina I do have.


Other peeves:
-When I mention my health & weight loss goals to anyone in a discussion, the #1 assumption is that I'm only doing so to qualify for bariatric surgery.
-Doctors pushing me towards bariatric surgery when I ask for advice and when I inform them that I am interested in changing my lifestyle habits, they get this glazed look on their face and I swear they think I'm working towards a prescription to support my weight loss (scripts such as what? speed? wtf!?)
-Assumptions that I only date black guys...cuz they're the only ones who like a big *kitten*? Pfft
-Guys who assume you're easily manipulated, because you're soooo grateful that someone is interested.
-Idiots, usually intoxicated, who yell out their vehicle as they drive by you, yelling something like Pig or Cow, or fat b*tch
-plus size clothes...clearly designed to keep women fat by making sure they never feel confident in how they're dressed, or by making sure the good stuff costs a fortune. I don't care what the fad is or your body type, horizontal stripes are a bad idea!
-arm fat....nuff said
-lack of eye contact
-assumptions of laziness

The biggest thing that sucks for me is not the physical aspects as much as the mental aspects! To feel not as worthy a person because of my size is the worst thing ever and certainly not the message I want to send to my children!

I was horrible about that for the first part of my weight loss. Several times I thought to myself I'm glad I don't have a daughter and I'm even lucky my son didn't develop an eating disorder or body image issues just from my attitude about my weight. But I'm all about the health food benefits now. My kid is so sick of hearing about how much better I feel on healthy food than junk he'll probably develop a selective hearing disorder instead. Oh wait, he's had that ever since I first asked him to clean up his room.

And look at you running! Now that is a good message to send to your kids. Health!

My little girl (5) is convinced I have a baby in my belly. I struggled a long time to figure out how to explain that I was not pregnant, but just "big". I ended up telling her that people come in different shapes and sizes, and I am shaped that way.

It peeves me off when my mom rattles on about her weight loss/gain in front of her. They pick up on everything. I try to be as discreet as possible in front of her and emphasize that food is for nutrition (I tell her eating her chicken gives her "muscles").

I'm still afraid she's going to have messed up self-esteem like I did when she gets older, even though I was a thin teenager (I thought I was fat).

Nice thread! Very motivational! There are so many things I can't wait to end when it comes to my weight.
*arm fat ( I've never worn a tank top as a shirt because I hate my flabby arms and I love that look)
*sweating! everywhere! and having to put powder on everywhere in order to somewhat control it
*having to use my arms or a pillow to hide my stomach when I'm sitting down
*wearing cardigans or big shirts in the summer to 'hide' my fat
*being the fat one at my family reunion (and my uncles always point out how big I am like it's funny)
*looking pregnant (one of my uncles actually thought I was pregnant with twins when my other cousin was so obviously the one wobbling around 9 months pregnant. embarrassing!)
*my mom constantly saying how big my legs/calves are
*being the fat one in my relationship
*not being able to lay on my boyfriend when we're watching movies (he always asks and I always say no)
*wanting to stay in the house all the time because I don't want to be seen
*my thighs rubbing together
*not buying the clothes I really like
*avoiding all swimming pools

*having to use my arms or a pillow to hide my stomach when I'm sitting down

omg I thought I was the only one that does that, always the pillow

This look on my kids face when I have to bag out early on fun but physical activities.

My work uniforms are unflattering for females, more so because of my weight.

That awkward moment when you realize that you have become what you haughtily proclaimed you never would be.

The panic you have when the outfit you were planning on wearing for today's special occasion doesn't really fit that well and you have to come up with a plan B.

For me, it was looking down and not being able to see my mushroomtip anymore. Had to hold up my fat so my doctor could check me for testicular cancer.