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By: PastaQueen

PastaQueen — Wed, 01 Mar 2006 23:06:16 +0000

Joan – Ha! That’s awesome! I wish I’d had the nerve to beat up some boys back then. Sometimes violence really is the answer :)

By: Joan

Joan — Wed, 01 Mar 2006 12:44:57 +0000

I have spent the whole day reading your archives, but this is the first post I felt compelled to comment on. I think I weighed about 165 by the time I was in 7th grade and in grade school was contantly being made fun of. However, what I remember most about grade school is that I used to beat up the boys. And I always think GO ME. In fact when I think of grade school, I think MORE about the GO ME part of it, than what started me beating them up in the first place, which was of course the name calling.

By: M, the fat girl

M, the fat girl — Mon, 23 Jan 2006 01:36:03 +0000

Now, finally, I’m starting to catch up to posts a little more current. I’ve read through your entire archive this afternoon. Anyway—on the “sarcastic wolf whistle” point: the peril of this becomes the fat girl’s isolationist tendency. I have often refused to take a genuine compliment on my appearance, or believed that someone who was really interested in me was somehow mocking me. The signals get scrambled.

By: Steve

Steve — Sat, 17 Dec 2005 12:17:45 +0000

you’ve a lot to be proud of, let those bad memories go along with all that excess fat.

Keep striving for your goals!

By: Dee

Dee — Fri, 16 Dec 2005 17:04:43 +0000

And I know exactly how you feel too. It’s horrible way to treat people and I remember feeling so hurt and ashamed of myself. I actually grew out of my ‘baby’ fat by end mid-highschool and the taunts from early years made me not believe guys when they liked me – even when they came up and told me to my face. I refused to let anyone get close to me.

Like you and Fatslayer and Kathryn I never stood up for myself and now I kinda wish I did. It hurts knowing how much I could have saved that girl by having the courage to be as mean back. But then I guess, we’d be no better…oy vey.

And I agree Kathryn – that is the most horriblest thing to make someone think they’re only attractive if it’s a joke.

I’m a big believer in karma too and what goes around comes around.

P.s. As mean as the guys were – I don’t know if anyone eles had this problem but the girls were 20tims meaner.

By: Kathryn

Kathryn — Fri, 16 Dec 2005 14:21:17 +0000

Oh yeah, I used to get that too. And it isn’t restricted to adolescent boys either – I’ve gotten the sarcastic wolf whistle from grown men. I think it’s one of the cruelest things, it’s like saying that you are so undesirable that the only way someone would like you is if it’s a joke.

You just don’t learn to deal with that kind of stuff as a kid. I was like you and just ignored them because if I reacted I think I’d have just drawn more attention to myself and copped it worse.

By: Fatslayer

Fatslayer — Fri, 16 Dec 2005 11:03:00 +0000

If your blog content is at all indicative, I’d seriously doubt that you’ve ever hurt anyone intentionally or said anything with wilful malice. In my experience, people who have been on the receiving end of thoughtless cruelty are very seldom cruel themselves – they know all too well how hurtful it is, and how long-lasting the damage.

I, too, was (and remain) a silent sufferer, biting my tongue and not retorting either verbally or physically to insults. I wish I was braver and more assertive, but I’m just too polite (and cowardly) to stick up for myself properly. You can’t help your nature.

One day those little fiends will get their comeuppance, though! I’m a firm believer that what goes around comes around…even if it takes a lifetime for the wheels of justice to turn.