Did anyone ever tell you that you're beautiful?

[myswtghst]

As I've mentioned on other threads, I'm not skinny, and have not been since I hit puberty. I tend to think of myself as curvy, granted I have a little belly and figure-skater's thighs. I've gotten comments that run the gamut from me "having the perfect body" to "you should probably lay off the fast food a bit there." I've dated mostly guys around my height, some a bit shorter, so I've rarely been with a guy who was bigger than I am, but I don't let it get to me. Granted, no one ever guesses my real weight, and they usually guess about 20lbs lighter.

And speaking of tall, my "little" brother is about 6'5" and in pretty good shape. When he wears his MSU gear on campus (warm up pants, basketball t-shirts, etc) a number of people (mostly girls) have asked him if he's on the team.

Also, I'll never forget my dad's sister, my aunt, drunk after her high school reunion, proclaiming drunkenly how happy she was that some popular guy who was an ass was now fat and bald. Guess karma is a bitch, after all.

[Shironu-Akaineko]

Also, I'll never forget my dad's sister, my aunt, drunk after her high school reunion, proclaiming drunkenly how happy she was that some popular guy who was an ass was now fat and bald. Guess karma is a bitch, after all.

Isn't it bee-yoooooooooooooooooooooootiful?~

[Mighty Girl]

I've been hit on by the worst of the worst..... I would much rather they insulted me, insults don't give me the willies.

I have also been blatantly insulted by people, and if I was feeling particularly ballsy that day, I'd mutter under my breath (but loud enough for them to hear) "go play in traffic so your breed can die out".

[Amethyst Hunter]

"You know, ugly is a crime. You should be locked up."


"If ugly's a crime, then what the hell are you doing out of prison, shithead?"

[flicksgirl]

[QUOTE=Fera Festiva;11887]I've never been insulted like that at work (thank goodness) but I grew up in a relatively small town where cries of "weird Gothic freak innit!" are commonplace, plus I seem to be one of those people who attracts trouble. So I've had my fair share of fat/ugly/freak type comments.
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I had these ones thrown at me alot, now this goes back to the 80's but i remeber clearly having to pas one group of guys in the hall at highschool and they woudl daily yell out commenst and insults the best is when one of them called me a f'en mod, no usually I scurried by with my head done but that was just to easy for me to reply to. I turned marched back to the group smiled politely and said thank you, then walked off. I dont think they knew what had hit them .lol.
I have taught my daughter for a very long time how to answer peopel like this. If someone calls you wierd you say thank you that the look I was going for.
Dont even get me started on the whole fat thing...I would never insult a person for thier race, religion, sexual preferance, or iq level, so someone tell me why its ok to insult me because of the size of my waiste?

[Seshat]

My best friend and I are the same height.

Her frame (based on bone structure and bone size) is very thin. Not way out on the narrow bit of the bell curve, but getting there.

My frame IS on the narrow bit of the bell curve, and is the 'solid', 'well built', 'big boned' side of the curve.

She's been an athlete all her life, and when she gets stressed she forgets to eat. So her muscle quantity ranges from very-athletic to athlete-out-of-training-right-now, and her fat levels range from just enough to feel warm in winter, to the point where I start to worry a bit.

And she enjoys dressing funky, in any or all varieties of weird.

I've been physically disabled all my adult life, ranging from partially disabled to bedridden. In addition, I have a metabolic disorder (insulin resistance, consequent to PCOS, for those who care), which was undiagnosed for most of my adult life. As a consequence, I'm rather well padded with fat. Given my disabilities and the length of time I was undiagnosed, I'm actually remarkably UN-padded. But strangers don't know that, and just see the padding.
Now, underneath that padding is some serious muscle. Give me a leg press machine that doesn't hurt my arthritic knee joints, and I can push a hell of a lot of weight - I've actually hit the max weight for one of those machines, and could do sets of 10 or 15 reps with no trouble. That's the spectacular one, but the rest of me is well muscled too. But all that muscle doesn't show, and someone who isn't looking carefully will probably call it fat anyway.

I have trouble finding clothing to fit me, am self-conscious, and tend to dress conservatively. And I walk with a stick.


Anyway, what this is leading up to is: put us together with a bitch or asshole, and they'll find something to hate. She's too skinny, I'm too fat. She dresses weird. I'm boring. Her hair's too short. Mine's too long.

Almost every time we're out and about, teenagers yell SOMETHING at us as they drive past.

Oddly, there's one part of the city where we're accepted without comment. The lesbigay/gothpunk/fringefreak area. We're comfortable there, just as we are. Funny, huh?