I was a chunky kid and my father called me, "chubsy wubsy," because of course I was buying my own food and feeding myself at age 8.

Anonymous wrote:My parents are immigrants and thought it was a smart idea to move to an all white town where I was constantly taunted for not being the right race as a child.

lol I was originally just going to respond to OP's comments in relating to their experience but on the opposite end. But actually relate to a lot of the posts on here.

In particular with the poster from 1:16. Generally I wouldn't have even look at it as just my parents wanting to live among white people. But with rich white people, which makes it even worse when your family is not at the same income level as them AND we don't look or act like them. But it was just in the last couple of years that I saw it kind of explained and kind of came to terms with it, even though I'm still not overly okay with it. Especially given how my parents seem to lean it into more now. But the way it was described was that when most of the immigrants come here, they don't come here to be amongst their own. They come here for a chance for their kids to be American and live the American life. And to take it a step even further back in parent's generation, things in their home country wasn't great during those times and I think during that process they got an idealized version of America. This is especially when I hear them talk about their childhood experiences with missionaries and see a lot of other families really into Catholicism. Then for accusations of immigrants wanting to be white. Especially in those times, when immigrants come and want to live the American dream, they see what group is in power or has the higher status and they want to be associated with that group. No one is going to say, "I'm going to leave my crummy situation, to go to another country, just to live among the oppressed and discriminated against too...."

Like I said, I still have issues with it and don't agree with it but can kind of understand my parent's perspective too now. Chances are your parents probably came from a similar background as my parents. It's as I tell people now, people usually don't just voluntarily pick up and go to another country if life is great for them where they are.

But going back to OP's experience, like I said I can relate but in the opposite way. Where for a lot of my youth, I was called skin and bones. And I did blame on this on neglect, which relates to being from a poorer immigrant family. Which even worse, since we grew up in a rich area, people wouldn't believe me when I said we were poor growing up. So didn't always have enough to eat. And definitely never got to do physical after school activities, like after school sports, like how I saw all the other kids got to do and always asked to do but was always told no, even the school teachers told my parents that they should sign us up for after school activities. So it was a big deal to me to make sure that my kids had the opportunity to do those activities that I didn't get to do, so they could develop their muscles, coordination and their self confidence.

As it turns out, some of it is probably genetics where my child is on the skinnier side and even worse gets emphasized how skinny they are by my parents. Which I suspect they think it's okay to say because people used to say that about me. The good thing is that I know what can be done about it and help them with it. And while there are other reasons why I want them to bulk up, I make sure to emphasize with my kid that their self esteem should not be tied to their body image and should never let anyone affect how they view about their body.

My mom was Catholic and my dad was Jewish. All of us kids went to Catholic Schools. The nuns + priests used to say only Catholics would go to heaven. Kids would taunt my sibs + me saying only half of our souls would go to heaven.

I was always chubby and hated that about myself. Kids called me piggy. I begged my parents to cook healthier food and how I wanted to eat vegetables, but they didn't (they're obese). I remember all of high school I never ate breakfast or lunch in order to counteract all their bad food at home. I had 2 clementines I'd eat slowly at lunch so I didn't gain weight. I was probably only 5-10lbs heavier than the thin girls, not fat at all. DH and I have such a healthy lifestyle and food for our kids. We love biking, walking, and hiking daily with them. I look at my DDs and I wonder if they know how lucky they are that no one is ever going to call them piggy. My kids just put on bathing suits and have fun. They've never had to worry about what their bodies looked like in suits. I'm sure my kids will have issues in other ways though.

I had buckteeth when I was about 7. The ratty little girl down the street, “Your teeth stick out.”
I had braces, and the headgear for 2 years and they straightened out, but still slightly stick out.
To this day, I’m still so self conscious about those 2 front teeth. I’m 70 now.

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Anonymous wrote:From the age of 10 to about 15 my parents and siblings constantly mocked me, calling me"Barkey" instead of my name. If I got upset and told them to stop, they would laugh at me and say "Hey, look at Barkey going at it again. Woof woof, Barkey.". I basically wasn't allowed to speak without being made fun of by my family. They thought they were hilarious.

Wow, I'm so sorry - that is pretty bad. Has there ever been any reflection on that by them?

That is child abuse.

Was the third smallest boy in the class, usually picked next to last in sports - the person they stuck in right field. And, you guessed it, a bully target.

Naturally grew up to be 6' and started outrunning people in 10th grade. And body slammed the bully in the HS cafeteria senior year. Grow up? Move past it? Has changed how I look at the world. Can't stand it when people say things like, "a bully is really a coward". I don't care - stay the f'ck away from me.

Anonymous wrote:When I was in my teens, by brother (10 years older) stared at me like he was trying to figure something out. Then he said i'd be pretty if it weren't for my nose. I have never forgotten that.

I bet your nose is wonderful.

You need to be a grown up and get over this nonsense. You are not a child anymore. Move on.

My parents are immigrants and thought it was a smart idea to move to an all white town where I was constantly taunted for not being the right race as a child.

You need to scream with your whole heart, "I"m not Josie Grosie anymore!" until. you really believe it.

I am a stutterer and have been since I could talk. Some of the cruelty was really bad. The worst was from teachers

Fat people age better in the face so hope you get the last laugh

My nickname in middle school was "Scab" because I had acne.

One of the girls who called me this threw Blue Ice (cool pack gel) on me while we were riding on the bus.

She was one of the organizers of the 25th H.S. Reunion. The organizers picked a hotel on the far side of our metro area with super pricy tickets.

It was cancelled for lack of interest/ticket sales.

I laughed.

When I was in my teens, by brother (10 years older) stared at me like he was trying to figure something out. Then he said i'd be pretty if it weren't for my nose. I have never forgotten that.