Dear Anna,
No.
No more.
I will not let you treat me this way anymore.
You think that I am some punching bag which you can use and abuse.
You think that I am some weakling that you can control.
Well I am not weak. I am not stupid either.
I know how your mind works. You want to manipulate me to lose weight, so I would be
'skinny' or ' popular'.
Well maybe I don't want to be skinny or popular.
I love being myself.
It took awhile to realize that, but I am glad to be healthy and alive.
You say that you are my 'best friend', but I have real friends that actually are friends.
They don't tell me that I am fat or that I am ugly.
Like you.
Well I am done with you. All of you.
You are just a figment of my imagination,
and I can get rid of you.
You may say no,
but I say yes.
I'm not sorry,
but you are not my best friend anymore.
Goodbye Ana R. Xia
WRITTEN BY JESSICIA (JENNA) JUNQUA AGE: 14
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