One that got to me when I was at my full 320 lbs was during a parade day. We had set out chairs for the Residential Care residents and my husband had gone to get them while I guarded the chairs. I was just enjoying the warmth of the day and watching traffic, and a pick-up truck went by with two guys and two girls in the back, obviously on their way to party at the river (lawn chairs, coolers, etc.)

One guy looked my way and said, "What're you looking at, you fat b***h?" I smiled sweetly, waved, and said, "Jesus loves you anyway, you poor little redneck man." His female friend howled with laughter and slapped him, and he just kind of hung his head.

It did hurt, but was also a catharsis for me - number one, rather than being ashamed and depressed for a week, I had a comeback (not all that witty, but it worked at the time). Number two, it made me realize that I didn't want to be fat anymore, and FOR MYSELF I needed to lose weight.

Sh'ra