Were you ever bullied in school for being overweight? How di

Yes, I did get bullied a lot.
Not so much for being overweight, since I wasn't really overweight until after I had my son (although I was larger than a lot of other girls, so that definitely got pointed out more than once), but for being too homely/ugly, too tall, too shy, too smart, having too many freckles, having frizzy hair, not having nice clothes (my family was not very well off so we couldn't afford name brand anything), and just about everything else.

It really wreaked havoc on my self-esteem and, to this day, it is very hard to see good qualities (except that I have a lot of confidence about my figure because I have come so far and have worked so hard to get it strong and healthy) about my appearance.

That being said, it made me a lot more compassionate and really pushed me to be an example for others.
I never want my behavior or the things I say to tear someone else down because I know firsthand how painful that is.

Also, to the OP - I am so glad you have overcome those horrible things said and done to you. You should be incredibly proud of yourself for that.

I was bullied/made fun of for several reasons:

Elementary school was mostly because I was too ugly, I couldn't afford nice clothes (got lots from thrift shops)
Middle school was mostly because I was still too ugly, had bad acne AND started being overweight
High School was mostly because I was still too ugly and was overweight

In fact, I am still criticized from a girl I went to High School with (I find out from mutual friends since she blocked me on Facebook) and she says that Im a whale, I don't deserve to have my kids, I only had kids for the paycheck (My son is special needs and on SSI) oh and the kicker, that my husband needs to have a paper bag over my head to have sex with me.... Um..... Yeah.....

I'm so sorry that happened to you, nobody should go through it, but you're right. It does make a person stronger, or at least some people.

I was made fun of all through school, elementary to 9th grade. I was also very tall, the tallest girl through elementary school (also taller than the boys) and most of middle school, so I got to be the tall 'freak' too. Joy. It was mostly mean kids being mean to me, just rude comments. Middle school I had an arch enemy, he was no prize himself, but his locker was next to mine in an out of the way area and he'd tease me all morning at the lockers, he'd stick cards down the back of my shirt in math class, and it got to the point where we kicked and hit each other once because I was so angry. When I'd ride my bike around our complex during middle school years, high school guys would make fun of me every time I passed them. The worst was when they were throwing eggs and missed me, so I hid by another building. One thing that made a difference, their one friend came over to me and apologized for his friends stupid behavior. It was a tiny glimmer of hope that I clung to. By 9th grade I'd get teased by those same guys every morning when I walked to my first class, but then after a couple of months, miracle of miracles, their one silent friend reamed them out for doing that and I was left alone. A guy in my neighborhood was teasing me later that year when we got off the bus, but his friend finally told him to let it go, it'd been years, he needed to stop. The weird thing is that by my junior year of high school many of these people started being nice to me and even got to be friends.

A small part of me wants to stomp on their foot if they ever mention me getting thin/hot/fit when I reach my goal. I'm not so forgiving as to totally forget the past.

I unforunately was bullied in school especially junior high school. I weighed probably 200lbs in 6th grade and went up from there. We had 8 flights of stairs to climb in school and It would kill me I couldn't do it as fast as other kids and was almost always late for class so I'd have to leave a minute or two early to start up the stairs. People would call me a "cow" "hefer" and anything else. I just never listened to them. I wouldn't go home and cry I would go home and eat. It went on for 4 years until I got to high school were I was still overweight but my friends accepted me for me. People wouldn't make fun of me to my face but, you always get the stares from people. Once I got out of high school it started up again with guys and dating. I was always the girl with the pretty face and big butt. But, I wanted to be more than just a pretty face and have a big butt. It all really came into prospective for me when a guy who I was completely crazy about broke my heart by telling me "why would he date a girl that was bigger than him" and pretty much that I was too fat to be with him. That hurt so much because I thought he was the guy who saw me more then just overweight but I was wrong. I have found a man who loves me for me and that's my husband. He is in this weight loss journey with me. And, I want to say to any person who is bullied or has been hurt by their weight or thought they are just a number. You are not! You are more than the number shows on the scale. You don't have to be 100lbs to be happy. All that matters is you lose the weight for the right reasons and your happy with your life and healthy. Don't listen to the cruel disrespectful things people may say. It just shows you that they are unhappy with themselves so they try to hurt you.
LOVE YOURSELF!

I was bullied from 3rd grade til about 9th? Although, all through high school I had comments said to me here or there. In 9th grade when I got to high school I was so depressed about having been bullied + going through stuff unrelated at home that I just stopped reacting to it and ignored it and people eventually just stopped.

I know that I definitely try to be more vocal when I see people being bullied or if people make comments to me I will not retreat into myself and I tell them they are being jerks. I don't know if going through that kind of experience changed me into who I am - I guess partially so. I have amazing people in my life now so I couldn't care less about bullies these days. I feel so bad when I read stories about bullying (for anything really not just for people being fat). Unfortunately people are bullied for a lot of reasons.

I was picked on all during middle school by this gang of girls in my neighborhood that I had been friends with all through elementary school. For some reason, one of the girls was the always the leader, deciding one day that I was OK to talk to, and the next day / week / month that I did not event exist. They'd ignore me, throw my stuff around the bus, and even crushed a piece of artwork I was very proud of when I was bringing it home for my mom.

I wasn't overweight -- but I was quiet, bookwormish, wore glasses and braces, and was an only child with no siblings. I was shy, and didn't like to fight, so I guess I was an easy target. Like many posters have said, girls can just be MEAN.

What hurt the most was that all of those girls had been my friends before, I trusted them. We had been to each others' houses, had sleepovers, talked...and I felt completely betrayed. I wondered what I had done to deserve it.

Luckily I always had good friends at school, and those same girls never bothered me there. There was also a boy in our neighborhood who was 5 or 6 years older than me who always quietly and stoically stood by me -- he was kind of quiet like me, and he let me know I was important, and worth talking to. I'll NEVER forget him.

Once I got to high school, this same "ringleader" bully changed -- she even tried to make it up to me, and told me she realized she had been cruel. I was polite to her, but I told her that, honestly, I just didn't trust her anymore after that, and wished her well.

When I hit puberty, my parents actually took over the bullying a little bit. They both used to say things like, "You're not going to wear THAT thing are you???" and "Your butt's lookin' kind of broad there, don'tcha think??" I think they were both really anxious about me growing into a woman and didn't wanna let me be independent.

I agree with CoryIda, too -- I look back at those experiences, and I can remember how painful it was. And I promised myself very early on to NEVER, EVER make someone feel like that for any reason. Not only to not every bully anyone, but to care for people in general, in any way I can.

And trust me, my two boys already know that they should respect themselves AND everyone around them, ALWAYS. Their school (a Montessori one) also teaches the kids respect, and teaches them how to talk to each other when there are issues, and to resolve them maturely. All the students mentor each other throughout the grade levels -- no one is seen as "less than" anyone else, because they've all been the youngest / newest / smallest / most inexperienced in the group at once time or another.

To PhatAndy -- you've been through a lot, and I applaud you for hanging in there, for getting healthy, and for working through everything. :flowerforyou:

I have a favorite quote hanging next to my bed that I try to remember -- "No one can bring you happiness but yourself." - Ralph Waldo Emerson. It helps me remember that no matter what someone says or does, I make my own happiness. Yep. That quote, and LOTS of therapy over the years. It really does help.