My dad used to call me 'the human pretzel' because I was able to bend my body, and because my legs are very long.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was little, my dad used to call me 'Bandarella,' because I was a mess - a Bandar is a monkey in Hindi. I was not a girly-girl and would always break something and would be running around and didn't really fit in.
People called me 'Slim' and 'Daddy Long Legs.' My best friend Martine named me Daddy Long Legs after she saw me running track. She was making fun of me!
When I was 13, I opened my own business called The Awesome Pretzel Company, and my dad helped me build a pretzel cart.
My father used to call me 'bird bones' and, well, the name fits.
My boyfriend calls me 'princess', but I think of myself more along the lines of 'monkey' and 'retard'.
Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.
My mama told me it's not what they call you - it's what you answer to.
When I was born, I was born very prematurely so I was very tiny and small. And so, my mom just nicknamed me Pixie, like a little fairy.
My family has always called me 'Lay Lay,' and my dad used to always call me 'Dynamite Termite' because I was really short and small and I hated to be still. I would never stop.
Because I'm small, I've been called things from 'Happy Feet' to 'Little Face.'