Throughout my childhood I was always called fat. I was the "fat girl."
As a morbidly obese woman I often heard the snickers and felt the stares, however it wasn't until recently that I experienced the feeling of what it's like to be called fat by another adult to my face. It hurts. As badly as it did as a child. Perhaps even more so because it brings up all those old memories, and opens the floodgates to even more feelings of worthlessness. I must remember to rise above. I am no longer that 400 pound woman. Sure, I'm not as thin as I was in 2011, but I'm not as "fat" as I was in 2008, either.
"Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me."
Just be kind. You never know the battle someone else is fighting, or where they have come from.