Wow. Im surprised. That was a popular blog or so I thought.

Yeah, but a site called Wonkette picked it up and I believe the first column will be Monday.

Gawker dumped kitchenette?

Oh yeah, good ol’ ribbing runs rampant in my family but some of these comments made my eyes watery! I remember how sensitive we all were as pre-teens and teenagers, especially as girls and I feel like giving all the Jezzies a big hug. :(

my great grandmother said “I never realized how attractive fat people’s faces could be until you.”

You are very sweet to take the time to write to just be supportive!

But a fetching, DELICIOUS sausage!

That is so. bad.

Just — why? Why would you say that to anyone? Let alone your daughter?

Thanks. Mom’s grown up a lot since then and we have a good relationship, but she’s not allowed to comment on my looks. She’ll tentatively bring up stories like this sometimes and I’m like “Yes, that happened; no, I’m still not ready to laugh about it.”

I got this a lot. And I resented my sister for it— then as young adults in peak eating disorder, I was confronted by my sister who begged me to eat again. Not for my health, but because I was the smart sister, and “being pretty is the only thing I have on you.”

I mean, I don’t want to call anyone’s mom an asshole, but dang, if the shoe fits...

Damn.

No words, just: !!! :(

My goodness. I don’t have a story to add but I just wanted to say to all those who are sharing stories, I’m sorry your parents said shitty things to you. Truly. :(

My mom & I were walking along the main street of my hometown when I was around 15, and she casually turned to me and said, apropos of nothing, “Your sister’s going to be much prettier than you when she gets older.”

I also have a mom with booze problem who becomes a mean drunk sometimes and says mean shit. I don’t know you, but I just wanna give you this:

Lol, damn.

As she was putting the turkey on the table for Thanksgiving dinner, “It’s a Butterball, just like Missy.”

I was 12, it was Christmas and we were heading to a holiday party. I was mid-growth spurt, lots of puppy fat, and nothing fit me. I only had two dress-up options, so I picked one - the wrong one, apparently, which was communicated thus: