it's not your fault
To my best friend: I love you. You're beautiful and you're a size X and now you have a modeling opportunity, but that's not why you're my best friend. I love you because you email me crazy videos and I email you crazy pictures. I love you because we're both authors. I love you because you bring out my sarcasm and I bring out yours. I love you most because of the way you are part of me. I can look at you and read your mind because you're so much like me. It's not that I'm jealous of your size, because I don't even care about looks. I'm a psychology student. I care about what you think, and for some reason, I care about us being different. I don't like being different. So I'm trying to change and I'm doing a horrible job of it. If it wasn't for you, I would have a lot healthier eating habit. I'm not that bad yet, but I just wish this hadn't come between us. It's making me hate you and love you at the same time.
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