To: My Bullies (The diary of Emily Sanchez)

Why do I hate my reflection so much?

Whenever I look in the mirror, I cry. 

I take just one look, and I cry. 

I fall on the floor, and burst into tears. Those are the times when I just can't control my emotions anymore. 

I wish I was prettier. 

I wish I was skinnier. 

I wish I was flexible.

I wish I was brave. 

I wish I could change. 

Those are the thoughts that go through my head. 

I can't believe how much I've changed in just two years. Yes, it's been kind of a while but I changed...a lot. In a bad way, for my benefit I guess. 

My bullies say I'm fat, ugly, and annoying. But, I know that they're only saying that because they're my bullies and they're mean. Super mean. 

My friends say I'm pretty, and skinny and that I'm not annoying. But, I know that they're only saying that because they're my friends. 

My parents say I'm pretty, and skinny and that I'm not annoying. But, I know that they're only saying that because they're my parents. 

I say that I'm ugly, and fat, and that I'm annoying. But, I know that I'm only saying that because it's the truth. 

I wish it wasn't, but it is. 

I wish I wasn't so... me.