Sticks.

When I was 16 I fell asleep completely drunk in my best friends tree. It was in the middle of a huge rager and I felt it was necessary to get naked, climb, doze off in, and the subsequently fall out of said tree, impaling myself several times with little pine needles and branches on my unexpected and uncoordinated descent.

A friend from college still calls me a name he gave me so many years ago. For a short period of time I was a professional dancer so I got the name "Go-go.

My nanny as a child a wonderful and jovial stereotypical large, elderly African American woman named Annie called me Bo Weevil from birth, so i was called "Bo" until my mother died 9 years ago. Mom was the last of the family to call me that. The name died with her.

My maiden name is Bird. Most everyone called me Baby Bird. My name is Barbara and when very young I introduced myself as Blah Blah Bird so my sister called me Blah Blah. In elementary school they called me Bird turd. Only scarred me a little. When in Grad school in Cairo they called me "Asfoura"= Bird out by the Giza pyramids.
Now I'm "Colton's Mom. Lol.

Being th youngest in my family of origin, for a few years i was saddled with the nickname of "short person".

However, the joke in the end was on them, as I grew to be taller than my parents and all of my siblings.

Adorkable

I was always "Tommy" as a kid, until I decided to change to "Tom" at around 19 or so. But the worst one was "Goldilocks", which is what they called me at the first job I had in a factory.

Divine Levine

Jillybean. I have no clue how I got stuck with that name. It was my sister's ex who called me that.

No embarrassing nickname but a "pisses me off diminutive".

While some people call me Sil (I love it) other had the bad taste of addressing me as "Silvita". I ignored them.

When I was 14 at summer camp, there were five of us girls in the bunk who were close. One of them loved The Three Musketeers and decided we would all be named after all of them -- she was D'Artagnan, the next three were obviously Athos, Porthos, and Aramis. I was the last one, so what name did they give me? Glucose. I grudgingly took it on, but I wasn't happy with it.

Not really embarassing, but I had an aunt that called me Pibby Greeks from the time I was a baby. Not the foggiest idea why....

My family used to call me nika-sneakers. I ended up liking it when I was older, but when I was younger it made me feel bad. Not as much as triple stuffed jelly doughnut though, that one stuck around for like 6 years. Kids are mean.

As a child, my nickname was "Monkey" because I loved climbing trees. I stuck a book in the back waistband of my shorts and nimbly climb a tree. Hopelessly skinny, waistbands were always loose. I'd settle into the crotch of a tree and read.

Below me, kids ran around fighting, arguing and getting into trouble. It was fun watching the melee while safely hidden above them.

I don't think it is embarrassing, but my nickname is 'Bears.' It has been for as long as I can remember. It's a play on my given name of Barry. Which I DO dislike.

Saxy stilts or herman or drac take your pick

One of my exes called me "Rache" but that wasn't embarrassing.

Almost everyone in my neighborhood had a nickname and pretty much all of them were derogatory. Mine was Spock, but it only lasted a few years. For some of them, their nicknames have lasted a lifetime. Kids are mean, to put it mildly.

My dad gave me the nickname "Worthless." Needless to say we had issues.

"Alvin" for Alvin in the Chipmunks
mehh 4/10

Alfie
I have no idea how I earned that nickname. In 7th grade on weekends I would play neighborhood football in a field across the street. I was the yougest playing with juniors and seniors. Then one day on the field when I was playing defense and he was offense, the oldest senior named Rod started singing "What's it all about, Alfie?" Still to this day I haven't a clue what he was talking about.

Mighty Whitey. It was reform school, different time and space.
Actually a sign of respect but I never liked it.
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. When I moved to Texas mid 1970's guys where I worked called me Farrah ( Fawcett ) because of my hair......I just took it as a compliment.

My dad called me Pudger.

When I was born, my Uncle Raymond gave me the nickname "Spanky" because I resembled the Lil' Rascals character. I don't mind that at all, but recently someone in my life has tried to tag me with the nickname "Porkchop". I do not like it at all, but refuse to let anyone outside my family call me "Spanky". Same rule applys to people who call me "Art" instead of "Arthur". I don't like it.