Dear Bully,
You called me fat in school.
I believed you.
I went to lunch.
You threw away my favorite food.
And said.
"Stop eating, you're making yourself look like a cow more than you already are."
I stared down.
I took in every word.
And let it sink into my brain.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe if I stopped eating.
Became skinnier.
I'd look like the 'Perfect Person'.
I'd look the part.
I'd belong.
I'd be beautiful.
So I came home and didn't eat any dinner.
In the morning ate nothing.
And repeat.
I lost 10 pounds.
I'm 100 pounds.
Not skinny enough.
I want be beautiful.
I stopped eating for you.
Happy now?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully,
Non-FictionYou told me I wasn't worth anything. "I Believe You." You broke me. Now I can't even stand to look at myself. What have you done? I Hate Myself. Happy Now?
