Fatso - my mum's 'sweet' pet name for me, said in a sneering voice.
Huge kerfuffles about finding 'fat' me clothes to wear. Looking back at photos I was solid and tall but not fat. The other women in my family are slim and petite, I follow my Dad's side who are big-boned and robust.
You'll never find a man to marry you looking like that. (I did...err, 3 times!)
I love you but I don't like you.
You have to do whatever your husband wants.
At least he doesn't hit you.
(These all from my mum. For clarity, my Dad was the sweetest man imaginable and never laid a hand on her. She bullied him.)
I was also 'negged' at school as I am female autistic and was bright but didn't have the common sense to hide it.
Side note and tangent alert...I mask well, but have recently made a conscious decision not to as much when in social situations. Result is much more interesting conversations and a lot more time cheerfully being the one who clears up/washes up/sorts out drinks, so as to get time to process and decompress! It's only taken me 50 plus years.
I also don't have a 'proper' man in my life, for the first time and am very happy. SEE MUM, I DIDN'T NEED A HUSBAND!
Being the weird one is quite cool.