Were you ever tormented as a fat kid?

 OH I am over it and living life the way it should be lived. But the scars are always there.  

Why speak of the scars as if they're wounds? Sounds like you have mixed feelings.

Heal the scars next.

When I was five my mom put me in ballet class. I was in there with 12 other little girls, all wearing pink leotards and tights. Only difference between me and them was that I had a big divot in my waist from the elastic in my tights, and my leotard always looked too small.

What kind of parent puts their overweight child in a sport that focusses on aesthetically pleasing movement... a mean one. But I loved and still love ballet. I never quit. And I endured being the fat ballerina the majority of my adolesance. Ballet really consists of standing in clothing that does not hide a single flaw, in front of a mirror, while your instructor pokes you in the belly...

Some of the best and worst moments of my life happened at the dance studio.

I was tormented by my own Grandmother, a Grandmother that I wanted to love me just like she did the rest of her grandkids...To this day, I can honestly say that I hate her, and may she be burning in hell at this moment...My parents raised me better than to hate someone , but I dont know how to let it go...Ive held onto this hate for her for many many years...

I handled it by running off and crying... :o( 

Guess I was one of the lucky ones...I really did not get teased as a kid.  Despite this (and I don't know why) I always felt inadequate...I was a very tall kid (only 5'9" now...but I grew fast when I was young)...add to that...that I was fat and ugly (at least in my mind)...I really had no self-esteem. I imposed upon myself a seclusion...a separation from my classmates.  I just never felt like I could belong.  If a boy ever showed interest in me I ran the other way and avoided him until he went away.  I guess I felt that if I could not like myself how could anyone else?

My mother was always very supportive...but my father would make comments...never overtly...but they were there.  One time he commented on a friend of mine who had won a beauty contest by saying..."You could have beaten her if you weren't so fat as you are much prettier than she is".  Or he would introduce me as his "little girl". 

I no longer feel completely inadequate like I did as a child/young adult...but I certainly don't feel great about myself.  I now see myself as mediocre.  I love to draw and paint...which I'm OK at...but I'm no artist.  I love to write...which I do OK...but I'm no author. I love to train my dog...but I'm no dog whisperer. I love to learn new things...but I'm no scholar.

The human mind is a very weird thing...I'm much happier now than I've ever been...I'm much more outgoing and have quite a few friends. 

But it's been a long road to learn to not hate myself...and who knows one day maybe I'll even love who I am.

Jackie

I was positively tormented every single day until kids started getting older and hormones had lots of kids gaining weight.  I remember they would weigh us in gym class and i would have so much anxiety because they did it in front of everyone... one time i flat out refused! (I am still glad i did) Kids would throw things at me constantly call me things it was terrible.I was in fifth grade and I was in our school library and my teacher had been looking for me and she was mad and yelling at me and the librarian said wow i didn't realize she was a student and the teachers reply was yeah isn't she huge?. when I was 15 I decided i was going to lose weight and I took it to the extreme and became anorexic was way hooked on diet pills (xenydrine back when it had ephedrine in it sp?).. and if i did eat I would chew it up and spit it out just to taste it.. or take up to 6 laxatives. People never know what effect they have on your life by their careless negativity..and if you asked them today chances are they wouldn't even remember doing it... even though you will NEVER forget it. Perhaps it has built me into the compassionate person i am today.. I watch my words and chose them carefully.. I guess for that I can be thankful to those people!

 OMGosh I forgot about that!  And do you remember when we had to climb ropes and for the ife of me I could not get one inch off the ground 

Oh and swim class?  I hated this thin one piece "fits no one" swim suits.  They were so ugly