Dear anyone who has called me fat,
I bet all you sickos are glad that I'm dead.
I may be dead but I still have things to say to you. Things that I want you to know. You can choose to ignore this letter or you could read it. Either way I don't really care.
Wanna know why I killed myself?
Wanna know what your stares did to me? What your words did to me?
Yeah, I'm fat. I get that. I'm not skinny like all you people. I see you everyday, staring at me 'cause I'm fat. Well news flash: not everyone can have chicken legs like you.
I am strong.
I am not weak.
I bet you're thinking that I'm weak 'cause I killed myself. I'm weak 'cause i couldn't handle your stares.
You people never said anything about my weight, but I could hear your thoughts, feel your stares.
If you are the cause of anyone else's death then I will make it my job to make sure you pay hell. I will not tolerate anyone making fun of someone 'cause they're fat or they're too skinny or they're blonde etc. etc.
From,
Choji Akimichi
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Letters from the Dead
Fanfiction"Tell me, is what I did really wrong. You can't stay mad forever." "I know, I'm useless. I'm a bitch, but you can't control me." "To you it may be cowardice, but to me it's strength." "I may be dead, but I'm very much alive."
