Diary of a Fat Girl

11.

Dear diary

Physical bullying, emotional bullying, I have experience with those topics but never have I been bullied via the internet. As they say, there's a first time for everything.

I have a phone, just like everyone else at my school, but the only contacts I have are my parents and close family members. All my friend requests have been declined by my fellow school mates. And as far as I know, no one has ever asked me for my phone number.

That's why it was quite a shocked when I received a message from an unknown number. My heart race increased and I didn't waste a second grabbing my phone. I swiped the screen to unlock my phone and when to check the message.

My heart dropped, along with my jaw, as I read the message.

Unknown: How are you shitface? Actually, I don't care. I hate you. The world would be a much better place without you. I hope your fat swallows you alive. You probably don't have any friends because you ate them all. You're so fat. Ever heard of salad? You should try it sometime fatty. No one likes a fat person. You should just kill yourself. It would save me the trouble of getting nauseous every time I see you. You deserve to die. DIE!

As I read it my vision started to get blurred with tears. I have to know who typed this. My hands shook as I typed,

Me: Who is this?

Almost immediately, they replied,

Unknown: Your worst nightmare, bitch.

That night I didn't get any sleep. My eyes burned with never ending tears and my nose was swollen. The words replayed in my head, You deserve to die. Maybe I do deserve to die.

-Anna