Dear bully,
You did it again.
The worst part is...
I kissed back.
I lost ten more pounds. I'm at 82.
I love the look of my ribs.
My hip bones.
My spine.
And yet.
I don't love me.
I hate me.
I hate Kayla.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully
Teen FictionKayla the victim. Jason the aggressor. Kayla can't say what she wants to say. But she can write it. So she writes And writes. And writes.
