Quote Originally Posted by K9karen View Post
When I was in my teens, I was climbing steps from the train to the street, and two handsome, white collar guys (you never know) asked me how long it took me to learn how to get my big fat ass moving up the steps.

Wha? 30+ years later, 30 pounds lighter, I'm still haunted. I can see it as if it was yesterday.
Karen I'm so angry at the miserable monsters that said that to you. Shame on them, those miserable jerks. When I was a young girl, I was about 12, I was in Santa Barbara, CA at my aunts house and she and a few of her friends were taking my family and I to a big ritzy party. I was (and still am) really sensetive, and this one perticular friend of my aunt was a horrible man. I was waiting for my brother and my dinner to be done in the microwave (we were having those frozen fried chicken pieces and were waiting on the chicken to finish cooking in the microwave) and this friend of my aunts said, "come on Leslie, you don't need to eat, you're fat enough". It took a few seconds to comprehend what he said (no grown-up had ever used those ugly words with me before) and then I ran out of the house crying. I'm still traumatized by that. How could anyone be so ugly, especially to a sweet child?