You

It started with a whisper

I knew you were annoyed that I stopped being friends with those girls. They were a big part of our friend group. But so was I. They are the only other girls you talk to besides me. I could tell by the sound of your voice and the look in your eyes that you wanted me to fix things with them, no matter how terrible they were to me. They made me insecure and told me i was a hoe for having a butt. I can't help the way my body looks. I'm not apologizing for what they said. I'm confident now and I don't think you like it. They don't like it either and you know it. You knew I was making it worse by showing them I wasn't going to hide my body just because they didn't like it. They really hurt me. That's when I decided to stop being friends with them. I felt uncomfortable telling you about how I felt because every time I tried to bring it up you would just say that they would get over it but that's not what I wanted. I was feeling really depressed but that's not something I could tell you. You wouldn't have believed me. Then you were mad because I stopped telling you stuff. You listened and believed all the rumors you heard and tried to blame it on me. The people that I started hanging out with the most told me to stop caring about what other people think and do what I want. That really spoke to me. Why did I care so much about what they thought of me?
I did stuff you didn't like, and you heard rumors that were not true. The rumors were where this all started. They stated that I sent nudes and twerked on boys. You heard these rumors from the girls that were trying to take you away from me. The girls who are trying to make my life miserable.