Dear Alyssa,

The worst part of being friends with you, was that every time I tried to act like you. You made me feel horrible, I was ashamed of how I looked. My thighs were too fat. My stomach was noticeable through the shirts I wore, bulging out. You were like me, maybe even more fat then me. Yet they accepted you, not me.
WHY
I don't understand, please tell me why.

Love,
Bianca Williams

a/n: I felt like Bianca when I wrote this.