I saw this thread and just needed to share.
I went to my family reunion last summer. It was the first one I had attended in about 8 years. I live 1600 miles from my family. They are in Canada, I am in Texas.
Now for a little history lesson...I was always the "large" one in all the pictures at previous get-togethers. It was a running joke for many, many years. Those years took their toll on my psyche, without a doubt and so I decided rather than to subject myself to the horrors of a family heavily involved in the fashion industry I would simply avoid attending. It was much easier for my own sanity. Coming home from some of those visits required a 3 month "grounding" period and the thought of doing it each and every year became intolerable. Anyway, following the death of both of my parents I was only really close to one older sister.
Fast forward...I lost 146 pounds, going from a size 24 to a size 4. You can bet I was not going to miss the next family reunion.
The only one aware of the fact that I had dropped all the weight and had begun a strict self-improvement regime was my older sister. I was, at the age of 42, feeling wonderful, happy, contented and most of all, healthy.
I have a very uniquely deeper toned voice...I've heard it referred to as a whiskey voice. I also have been told that my eyes are the only thing that identify me as the person I was prior to all the changes.
My sister was absolutely shocked when we arrived from the airport. We drove together to the family reunion with her insisting that I speak very little, keep my sunglasses on (it was outside and sunny)
First off, I was not going to be allowed into my uncle's house because they didn't know me. Of course soon as I whispered my cousin's name, she looked shocked and opened the door. She was as excited about watching the reactions as my sister was.
Then began their fun. They instructed me to simply walk in with my cousin and say nothing (again, my voice always gives me away). I have to admit to a certain amount of sadistic pleasure of knowing that this large group of people were being quietly goaded by my cousin to guess who the stranger was. It went on for a time. I mingled, nonchalantly, getting myself a drink, and finally coming to stand directly beside my brother.
At last I finally said, "Gosh, it has been a long time hasn't it?" to my brother. There it was...the voice....
The rest of the reunion, thankfully, settled into the normal cycle, however, for those very few moments, I was not the "fat girl". It likely sounds very shallow, but in the quiet of my heart, I think that was the cathartic event I needed to simply deal with and get past years of feeling inferior and being the butt of many jokes.
Funny thing...it no longer hurts to think or talk about those times.