She called herself my best friend,
But she called me fat.
She showed how to get rid of it all,
She showed me how to empty my stomach of all the food.
She made me feel so special and so important,
But also was the person who put me down the most.
Aren't friends meant to be there for each other?
Her comments hurt the most,
She made fat jokes any time she saw me with food.
I became a mini her after I lost it all,
Still I wasn't good enough.
No one was good enough for her.
