Were you ever tormented as a fat kid?

Is the Pope Catholic?

"fatty fatty two by four"

In 9th grade my hometown opened a new junior high on the far edge of town. I had to ride a school bus there and when I walked down the aisle the *******s would yell Bum ba ba bum. I walked home rather than face that. I did the mileage on my car odometer and it was eight miles. It took me about an hour and fifteen minutes, through some seedy areas, in the dark in the winter. People would flip out now. I was too stupid to be scared. Better to be scared, cold and wet in the rain than face the mother******s on that bus.

Some of those people's kids are now torturing my niece.

I was and have been tormented by my family. My father said in one of his last conversations with me "Admit it, you're fat". I wish he could see me now!

Some of my worst tormenters were other fat kids. "Hurt people hurt people".

 Omgosh, YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS. I had it all going on. The stylish, horn-rimmed coke bottle glasses, braces, developed early, short, dowdy, spastic, fat kid who was in ballet. LOL, go me! 

You betcha kids are mean. And sometimes, the adults aren't much better.

I think having to survive all this gave me the best warped sense of humor EVER. I even have a wonderful imagination cause I used to hide in the back of class and daydream about dubious methods of revenge I would one day extract on all my tormentors. BWWWAAHAHAHAHA!

Seriously, I probably will need therapy for the rest of my life to deal with emotional eating and such, but we have all come a long way and now we have friends to travel along with us. I think I am winning in the end. 

Yes, not only by the other kids, but my PARENTS!!!!!!!!

My dad used to chat, "boom, boom, boom!" whenever I ran in the house, and he and my mom used to say "fatty boom-a-latte!" constantly. They put me on a diet when I was TEN (mind you, I weighed 110 and was 5'6, not fat by any meaning of the word!), and I remember one morning while getting dressed for school, I called my mom into my bedroom to help me zip my skirt. She sighed and told me I looked disgusting and six months pregnant.

It got worse as the years went on. And something funny? Last night I was telling my mom about my emotional eating demons, and how when I'm sad/bored/lonely/angry, you-name-it, I eat, she replies, "Wow, I wonder where you got that from?" in a totally amazed voice, like she couldn't understand... and I guess in a way she can't. SMH....

Gosh I LOVE this thread ! So much ENERGY PASSION even .. so much FIGHTING BACK !!!


U guys are SO GREAT !!!!! ok .. they called me FRED FLINTSTONE ... basoically they called me a hippopatmus that could RUN , do PULLUPS , get the Presidential Physical Fitness Award !
Oh YEAH .. I BEAT ( and SMACKED DOWN GRRL !!! ) All those Nasty Tongued BOYZ!!!

Amd YES , I confess to beating , pummeling , kicking etc .. the **** out of em all playimg RUGBY

When I discovered CHECKING in men's ice hockey .. it was all she WROTE ...

I BOUNCED those boyz Off da Wall !!! ya know .. some things areSO much greater done FAT and ANGRY !!

Use it lose it Grrlz !!!! ( and YES I'mglad I DID ..but U should SEE me school and upstart male sidekick or construction werkers ! )

Yeah I'ma B..ch and PROUD .. and GOSH do men's LUV me.... ecch ...

I had just the opposite problem.  When I was a kid, I was so skinny that the kids made fun of me for that.  I was, seriously, a walking set of bones.  Could eat anything and everything and never gained an ounce until I reached my 30's.

Bullying for any reason, whether fat, skinny, tall, short, it doesn't matter the reason, leaves lifelong scars.

I, for one, am very glad to see that the schools take bullying very seriously theses days because I was horribly tormented by the other kids. 

When I was raising my daughter, I told her that if I ever caught her making fun of anyone, her butt belonged to me...  I never spanked her, but had I caught her bullying anyone, she would have received her first spanking. 

No, because I wasn't a fat kid.

And, now that you mention it, people who are still reliving all that stuff need to go get professional help.  Someone who goes through life trying to locate and persecute those they think are "hurting" others the way they were hurt need to realize that THEY may have a bigger problem than their perpetrator. It's a crazy way to live.

The Talmud says, "We do not see things they way they are.  We see things the way we are." 

When there are bad guys hiding behind every tree, the problem may well be with the person spotting all the "bad guys."

 wow - that is most certainly true.

and the more it applies the less the person will be able to see it for themselves - it must be others "persecuting" them.  

 Of course, I used to hide in my bed and pray to god he would bring me to heaven and make me angel, I was shy, overweight, my father abandoned me and I was always afraid.  I really wanted to be dead.

Some of us get over it.

I didn't handle it by going home to eat. Instead I delved into hobbies and tried to make myself happy. Once you care about and like yourself, what other people think or say doesn't matter and it's like water off a duck's back.

Some people need help getting there, there's no shame in that. If you're an adult now and are still grappling with childhood issues, it's time to recruit some help through therapy. The best approach is to get out of "victim" mode and stop dwelling on what you couldn't change in the past. The present is in your control, make the most of it.