Fat Discrimination is acceptible in America. How many of you have been discrimated against?
Sometimes family members can be the worst. At times it not the things they say or do. But, things they do not say or do. I remember not ask ever being asked it I wanted to a bridesmaid at my cousin,s weddings. I have 5 different cousins that I grew with. I thought we were best friends. They huge Catholic wedding with sometimes ten bridesmaids. But, never once got ask to be a bridesmaid. For the only reason because I was fat.
One of my Aunts did let serve tea and coffee in the back of the hall. She actted like she was doing me a favor.
One of my Aunts did let serve tea and coffee in the back of the hall. She actted like she was doing me a favor.
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on 7/2/09 5:02 am - San Antonio, TX
on 7/2/09 5:02 am - San Antonio, TX
I haven't had it so much in the workplace. I've always been pretty confident and take-charge, I am really only comfortable when I am using my brain. I've had it more with kids, of course.
Kids say stuff, some are mean, some don't know better. The sad thing is when the parents laugh or don't acknowledge that it happened. My most memorable was in Target, a maybe 3yo girl kept yelling "Mommy Mommy!! Look at her mommy! She eats too much!" over and over and mom and friend tried to shush her but were laughing hysterically. That's just a testament to small people, and I don't mean size I mean integrity, essence, soul if you will.
I've had kids ask me if I was pregnant. In one case mom heavily scolded the kid, which I felt bad about because I don't really think he was anything more than generally curious. He had a new baby brother afterall.
The place where discrimination has really affected my life is with the in-laws. My father-in-law in particular treated me as subhuman.. 200lbs later *still obese* I am maybe ALMOST human. My sister-in-law.. well lets not go there. Lets just say she is the least-Christian Christian I've ever met and as far as I'm concerned "small" doesn't even come close to it. That has been pretty miserable.
Elementary school had its pretty awful moments, junior high was torture.. high school, meh, I was invisible as well. I really think being invisible was all I ever wanted.
Kids say stuff, some are mean, some don't know better. The sad thing is when the parents laugh or don't acknowledge that it happened. My most memorable was in Target, a maybe 3yo girl kept yelling "Mommy Mommy!! Look at her mommy! She eats too much!" over and over and mom and friend tried to shush her but were laughing hysterically. That's just a testament to small people, and I don't mean size I mean integrity, essence, soul if you will.
I've had kids ask me if I was pregnant. In one case mom heavily scolded the kid, which I felt bad about because I don't really think he was anything more than generally curious. He had a new baby brother afterall.
The place where discrimination has really affected my life is with the in-laws. My father-in-law in particular treated me as subhuman.. 200lbs later *still obese* I am maybe ALMOST human. My sister-in-law.. well lets not go there. Lets just say she is the least-Christian Christian I've ever met and as far as I'm concerned "small" doesn't even come close to it. That has been pretty miserable.
Elementary school had its pretty awful moments, junior high was torture.. high school, meh, I was invisible as well. I really think being invisible was all I ever wanted.
I was mercilessly teased in middle school, even to the point of being picked on and beaten up by girls on the basketball team, because in 7th grade @ 160 lbs and 5'2 I was less than altletic and dared to try out for the team.
In high school, I sang in church and school chiors, participated in community and school theater, but was never picked as a lead character or a soloist, and again and again, was told by friends and family members that I had "such a pretty face", and how much better my life would be if I could only loose weight, @ 180 lbs and 5'3. I'd love to have my high school body back now.
In college, like others have said, I was just invisible.
As a pre-school teacher I had children who made rude comments and parents who asked my director if I could be replaced by a better role model for their children, as they didn't want there precious little ones around a fat lady, like being heavy was a contagious disease.Never mind that most of the children came to love me after they got past the fat, never mind that I was the teacher that came in early, stayed late, purchased supplies out of my own pocket, and one of the few with a college education. Later on I took a customer service job at Citibank, and had lots of commendations from customers who said I was a great help. However, if they could have seen me, as well as heard me on the phone, I know that it would have been very different.
When I got married and was shopping for my wedding dress, I was ignored by salespeople who would rather help a skinny bride look her best, even though I had over 1000 dollars saved to spend on my gown. When I took my dress to a bridal shop to have my fittings, I was treated like a non-person.
Now, at my heaviest, 340 lbs, people stare, make comments they think I can't hear, and sales people and other so called professionals continue to ignore me. I feel and am treated like a circus side show.
Worst of all, after reconnecting with an old flame on Myspace, he commented on my size and asked me how much I weighed. I was honest, and his reply was a gasp and to say, don't you know how unhealthy that weight is? This was someone whoi has known me since I was 12.
His comments hurt worse than anyone elses save my husband. Like I really don't know how bad being this heavy makes me feel. Like I am just a lazy pig with no self control. Friends and family who comment seem to be even meaner than strangers. No one ever gets past the fat, to see the person on the inside.
I truly feel for every single person who has ever been discriminated against for any reason, but, it seeems like it is still open season on people with weight issues.
In high school, I sang in church and school chiors, participated in community and school theater, but was never picked as a lead character or a soloist, and again and again, was told by friends and family members that I had "such a pretty face", and how much better my life would be if I could only loose weight, @ 180 lbs and 5'3. I'd love to have my high school body back now.
In college, like others have said, I was just invisible.
As a pre-school teacher I had children who made rude comments and parents who asked my director if I could be replaced by a better role model for their children, as they didn't want there precious little ones around a fat lady, like being heavy was a contagious disease.Never mind that most of the children came to love me after they got past the fat, never mind that I was the teacher that came in early, stayed late, purchased supplies out of my own pocket, and one of the few with a college education. Later on I took a customer service job at Citibank, and had lots of commendations from customers who said I was a great help. However, if they could have seen me, as well as heard me on the phone, I know that it would have been very different.
When I got married and was shopping for my wedding dress, I was ignored by salespeople who would rather help a skinny bride look her best, even though I had over 1000 dollars saved to spend on my gown. When I took my dress to a bridal shop to have my fittings, I was treated like a non-person.
Now, at my heaviest, 340 lbs, people stare, make comments they think I can't hear, and sales people and other so called professionals continue to ignore me. I feel and am treated like a circus side show.
Worst of all, after reconnecting with an old flame on Myspace, he commented on my size and asked me how much I weighed. I was honest, and his reply was a gasp and to say, don't you know how unhealthy that weight is? This was someone whoi has known me since I was 12.
His comments hurt worse than anyone elses save my husband. Like I really don't know how bad being this heavy makes me feel. Like I am just a lazy pig with no self control. Friends and family who comment seem to be even meaner than strangers. No one ever gets past the fat, to see the person on the inside.
I truly feel for every single person who has ever been discriminated against for any reason, but, it seeems like it is still open season on people with weight issues.
The only worst than being made kick , beaten up and spit on ,laugh at, being made fun in front of the entire class and school on a daily bases . Because your the fat kid. Was total being ignore and ostracizied by the teacher in the classroom who new it was going. Who total ignored me and let it happen. I even remember a third grade teacher making fun of me front entire class room about my weight and looks.
After that I just gave up. If did try to defend my self then I was the one who got introuble. This big fat was beating up some poor small innocent person. I was always told just ignore the teezing. That if you ignore the teezing it will go away. Now was a big lie.
So even the very nice teachers ignore the two hundred and fifty pound fat girl in the back of the class room.
Since I have grown up . I guess I thought it would have gotten better.
Hi all,
Right before I was approved for WLS-I was REALLY starting to isolate. I was living in Northern California and had moved to a new town. I had just gotten my hair done and was feeling good about myself for a precious moment.
I crossed the parking lot from the salon to my car and a car pulled up right in front of me and stopped. It was a car full of teen boys. They kept inching near me and laughing and calling me a "fat ass". That was the very LAST time I went through that-as I was approved not long after.
Previous to that-I was mocked via grocery store, restraunt-you all know the drill. Horrifying.
I worked extra hard in the corporate world to not be shoved to the bottom. I was very successful-but at a cost of being OVERLY agreeable and helpful. It was exhausting.
I so feel for everyone who has ever lived through that.
Today-things are different-and I hope you all will get to experience that too!
Peace,
Therese
Right before I was approved for WLS-I was REALLY starting to isolate. I was living in Northern California and had moved to a new town. I had just gotten my hair done and was feeling good about myself for a precious moment.
I crossed the parking lot from the salon to my car and a car pulled up right in front of me and stopped. It was a car full of teen boys. They kept inching near me and laughing and calling me a "fat ass". That was the very LAST time I went through that-as I was approved not long after.
Previous to that-I was mocked via grocery store, restraunt-you all know the drill. Horrifying.
I worked extra hard in the corporate world to not be shoved to the bottom. I was very successful-but at a cost of being OVERLY agreeable and helpful. It was exhausting.
I so feel for everyone who has ever lived through that.
Today-things are different-and I hope you all will get to experience that too!
Peace,
Therese
I think the most hurtful thing I can remember, is right after I had my first son. We lived on an army post, and we were grocery shopping for Thanksgiving Dinner. My son was 5 weeks old, and when I look back on pictures, I was a bit fluffy, but by no means humongous or anything. Anyways, my husband was still in the car, I was bending over to get my son out of the car, and this car full of ****y,dumb, jackass soldiers and their stupid wenches drove down the aisle behind our car singing a "Miss Piggy" song and laughing hysterically. When they came down our aisle towards us, I was fuming, and hurt horribley, They drove up real slowly and I kicked the car and screamed at them while they were all laughing at me....That still stings a bit.
I have heard "you have such a pretty face, imagine if you lost weight" since I was in my teens.
Old people are rude. They think they are allowed to say whatever comes into their head because they are old. (look at me old people discriminating lol)
The same OBGYN I saw for 3 of my sons told me every single time I saw her that I was fluffy.....
My employer is actually awesome, lots of fluffy people work there. My boss is very nice and hired me on the spot, and she is not fluffy.
I cannot WAIT for the first man to whistle at me or say something flattering to me, because I am going to whip out a picture of the old me and beat him with it. I actually am afraid I may be an angrier person after WLS, because I will be so pissed off if people treat me differently. Right now I am in a place where I am pretty successful not giving a flying eff what others think of me.
I have heard "you have such a pretty face, imagine if you lost weight" since I was in my teens.
Old people are rude. They think they are allowed to say whatever comes into their head because they are old. (look at me old people discriminating lol)
The same OBGYN I saw for 3 of my sons told me every single time I saw her that I was fluffy.....
My employer is actually awesome, lots of fluffy people work there. My boss is very nice and hired me on the spot, and she is not fluffy.
I cannot WAIT for the first man to whistle at me or say something flattering to me, because I am going to whip out a picture of the old me and beat him with it. I actually am afraid I may be an angrier person after WLS, because I will be so pissed off if people treat me differently. Right now I am in a place where I am pretty successful not giving a flying eff what others think of me.
Emilie, mom, wife, Nurse........superhero
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