Worst negative comment about your weight?

When I was in high school I had a boy I knew tell me "If you were skinnier I could date you".

I've gotten that. It was a whole speech about how I'm a great person, but basically not someone to date because I'm fat. :noway:

I have a few, all from schoolmates:

"purpley purpley streeeetch" - in the lockerroom in middle school with all the pretty girls, in reference to my stretchmarks.

"beep beep beep" - by the boys in school, a Wide Load reference

"Just use your weight" - another gym class one, as a suggestion to help me with the lat pulls.

My uncle just out of the blue told me that I was starting to take after my (very overweight) grandmother about a year ago...and then last week at a family barbeque he told me I needed some meat on my bones. Not that I have even lost more than 2kg over the whole time...and he's bursting through his biggest shirts now!

Gotta love how people don't say a word when you're depressed/anxious/unhealthy and not eating or exercising properly, but as soon as you start to look good they are jealous and threatened by it and make these cruel comments. Oh no, my fat friend is going to be my normal size healthy friend all of a sudden, how will I cope?! Because it's all about them.

Wow! For all the struggles that women go through regarding body image, I'm shocked at the number of you who've indicated that your Mom's have had some of the most negative comments.

I've always told my daughter (who is 21 now) to love her body. She is blessed with curves that I never had. She was overweight for a few years, but I just kept on telling her how beautiful she was and to love her curves. I encouraged healthly eating and exercise, but never pushed the issue. She eventually tackled her weight on her own and lost 30 pounds a few years ago. She has, and always has had, a very healthy body image.

The greatest gift a mother can give her daughter is the gift of self esteem.

So for all of you women out there young enough to be my daughter, I say you're beautiful!

A few years ago I went shopping for a bikini - and when I asked the shop assistant for one in my size she looked me up and down and said....
"I'm sure you would be better off in something that covers you up a bit more" and pointed me towards the nanna tankini aisle.

I promptly left and have told every one I know NOT to shop there!

I know lots of people have opinions about fat women in bikinis - but really, I don't see why the sight of an uncovered flabby midriff is any worse than the sight of a flabby midriff covered in a thin layer of lycra. It doesn't make me any thinner and my thights and arms and cleavage and legs and all the other flabby bits are still in sight whichever one I wear!

The good news is that I don't have so much flab now, and I still wear the bathers I happen to like, not the ones that someone else thinks I "should" wear!

I don't know how I didn't immediately think of this:

When I was in the 7th grade, a friend of mine in complete seriousness told me I should learn how to make myself throw up, so that I could loose a lot of weight. She told me if I just started making myself puke, I could be normal again.



Thank god I never took her up on the offer.

I think the most embarrassing thing someone has said about my weight was the lady I go to for waxes. She asked me if I was SURE I didn’t have polycystic ovaries as it makes you put on weight around the middle. There are other things people have said and done – some hurtful, some just surprising:

My friend came over one night and she forgot her stockings so asked to borrow mine. She wore them for about ten minutes, the entire time complaining that they were falling down, were WAY too big for her, felt MASSIVE on her etc. I'm 165cm tall, she's about 155cm, I'm a NZ size 10 on the top and 12 on the bottom, she's a NZ size 6 on the top and 8 on the bottom. She used to be a lot bigger especially on the bottom until she started pretty much starving herself and taking laxatives. I drove her home to get her own stockings.

I was always very skinny growing up, I had no curves at all, the heaviest I got to was 58kg, got asked if I was anorexic, had anaemia etc. My sister is 13 months older than me and has always been bigger. We shared the same bedroom, homeroom at school and at one point the school tried to move me up a year but my mum wouldn't let it happen as then we would have been in the same year. My sister was nasty to me most of my life. I had a lot of high school boyfriends so nothing serious - but she called me a walking STD in front of everyone in homeroom - her friends laughed, mine were shocked into silence and I was holding back tears. A few years I was in a night club wearing a coconut bikini top and a long summer skirt - it was a beach themed party. I was standing at the bar when she came up behind me and pulled the string on my bikini top and said "You little slut" then her and her friends walked off laughing. I started putting on weight 5 years ago and was at my heaviest last year. We live at different ends of the country, I was going to her city for work for a few days and was dreading staying with her a few days because she's just straight mean. When I got there, she took one look at me and started being as nice as pie (a really nice pie). She drove me around everywhere, talked to me non-stop for three hours (we could never speak for more than 10 minutes without having an arguement) then the next day she picked me up from my work conference with a starbucks drink for me in hand! She even picked me out a gorgeous dress in a shop that fit me perfectly. It wasn't just a matter of growing up, she had ridiculed me on Facebook just a month earlier - it was a case of her being able to relate to me now as we are much closer in size!! I'm kind of insulted, but I do like having a nice sister.

My ex was on the phone to his mother about three years ago and I heard him say, “you know how Renee used to look really sick? Well now she looks healthy”. That was a very polite way to say I’d put on the pounds but I actually don’t mind this one because I was quite enjoying my new found curves. They also got me a comment from a guy I went to school with who saw me out one night and said “you used to be just Renee, now you’re like… wow”.

My current boyfriend loved my body when I was first with him, but I have since put on quite a bit of weight especially around my middle and about six months ago he started making comments about what I ate, smacking my thighs to make them wobble, telling me I DO have a big butt and thighs. His ex girlfriend is twice the size I am now so when I confronted him about his comments, he said he didn’t want me to turn out like her. After a while of this I got really down and he found me crying in the bedroom. It got to the point where I wouldn’t have relations with him because I knew he’d be judging my body – that caused even more problems. It took me breaking down and an hour-long shouting match for me to get through to him, saying he was making it worse as I became an emotional eater and started hiding junk food and eating it when he wasn’t around. He told me if someone said those things to him he would go to the gym at 6am every day so he could get the body his partner would be happy with. That was not the right thing to say at that point.

He is more understanding now, he still hassles me for eating junk occasionally (he eats far more junk but can get away with it) but he’s much better. He asks permission now to bring coke into the house because previously I couldn’t resist it. I have since tried the lemon detox diet and all sorts of crazy weight loss ideas, he’s seen me go to drastic measures to lose the weight and he was very disapproving of them all so now he’s just happy that I’m back to eating healthily with the occasional treats, and exercising regularly. I showed him a picture of myself six years ago when I was skinny and he said “yuck!” I’m happier and he’s happier that I’m being healthy and now I am going to the gym at 6am four to five times a week and he keeps suggesting that I take a break.

I have heard them all. I can't count how many times I have been asked if I was pregant Or had a little kid point at me and make a comment about the size of my legs. But the following ones really stuck with me

1) For the frist few years of my marriage my in-laws favorite topic was my weight. I finally had enough told my husband he could spend time with them but I had enough. He talked to them and it stopped. :mad:

2) I had some random stranger comment on my weight and I told her that I was really only 150 pounds but looked much bigger because I ate the last skinny ***** that made a comment about my weight. :bigsmile:

and my favorite one was

3) I was at a supposed friend's house and her teenage daughter was eating everything in sight. My so called friend looked at her daughter and said "You need to stop eating like that or you will start looking like Joyce" I haven't talked to her since.

On another note I was helping one of my friends in her first grade class and one of her kids came up to me and said that he liked my lap because it didn't poke him when he sat on it. He asked if I could tell his mommy where she could get a lap like mine. I love this kid.

oh yeah, and my friend went to the doctor with suspected glandular fever and he said "have you always had this fat neck situation or...." awkward pause until she said "yes, my neck has always been fat"

good bedside manner doc!

I had the same **** for a while. I actually GAINED weight back because it was getting ridiculous. It's just as insulting to sit there and tell someone they're too skinny and eat this than it is to call someone fat. People are ridiculous. This is where I realized i have to be happy with myself, because if I went by what everyone said, I'd constantly be changing.

-I had the typical school comments especially because I had a cousin who hand moved to my town and was stick skinny with big green eyes and everyone would say how can she be your cousin you are so fat. In 6th grade a guy who was a "friend" asked me if I had a boyfriend and I said no and he said of course not because you are too fat. Another one was my boy cousin used to call me elephant and then as we got older he got really heavy and now his wife is bigger than me. Another one from school was this girl that lived down the street from me, at school she called me fat as my friends and I were walking in the field and I stopped and turned around and said did you just call me fat? She said yeah. I said ok B**** Ill show you fat and I knocked her down. Last one from school and most traumatizing is a guy that would poke my arm and it would jiggle. He did it every class I had with him. I couldn't handle it anymore so I talked to the counsler and he got suspended. To this day I avoid wearing short sleeves.

-My husband is the worse one. When we are laying in bed he puts himself all the way on my side and I tell him to move over and he says I'm on my side, it's not my fault you take up more room and don't have space left over. When he gets mad he tells me I'm a fat lazy B****. He says if it wouldn't have been for our son I wouldn't have married you. I respond I didn't force you to marry me, I could have raised him on my own. Go B**** at your mom for making you marry me. Since I've lost weight he calls me "neck" because he says I have a neck now. I don't know how to feel about that.

I've never gotten the when are you due and my mom has always been supportive. Sister is more supportive ever since she had her kid and gained weight.

You are beautiful and I hope you know that! It sounds as if your husband has forgotten so :-( Remind him because you deserve to be treated with love and respect or it will be impossible to stay fit emotionally which is soooooo necessary to be healthy and fit physically!

Once, my mother actually asked my father (in front of me), "I am not as fat as her, am I?" It totally devastated me. Sometime people just really don't think before they speak.

However, on the positive side. When he replied, "You two are about the same," it totally motivated both of us to get in better shape.

You do not need that candy bar...I don't want you to be one of cute fat chicks.

I was just in the store after working out and a little 4 year old boy came up to me and said "Boy you got big legs" his mom got real embarressed and mad at him and started correcting him but I told her it was okay because it was true then he looked at me and the following took place

him - Why?
me - Why what?
him - Why do you got big legs?
me - Because that's how I was made
him - God made you
me - that's right
him - God don't make junk
me - (With tears in my eyes) Thank you.

Really was a great reminder for me, his mom just stood there and didn't know what to say, but I suggested that she get him a nice treat.

Someone asked me if I was going to wear a dress with sequins on it because sequins just don't look good on big girls.