Dear bully,
20 pounds.
I can see my ribs.
I can see my hip bones protruding from my skin
like jagged shards of glass.
Like angel wings.
Kayla the victim. Jason the aggressor. Kayla can't say what she wants to say. But she can write it. So she... More
Dear bully,
20 pounds.
I can see my ribs.
I can see my hip bones protruding from my skin
like jagged shards of glass.
Like angel wings.