I fess up. I too have been called Yummy. Not, sadly, as a stand-alone noun but as an adjective in what I still consider the endearing term of ‘Yummy Mummy’. This came from a group of verbal abusers — my gorgeous daughters and their friends both boy and girl when they were still at school.
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