Well, I thought you were my best friend. Really I was just your stepping stool, the person you used to keep your head in the clouds so you didn't have to face what people really thought of you. But you had this way about doing it. You made it seem like you were my friend, we would hang out and go to the mall, the park, chill at each others house, and you were so nice. Then when we got around people you treated me like I was dumb, like I was ugly, like you were better then me. If only you knew what people really said about you, how people really thought of you. I heard but I never said anything, why should I? When all you did was tear me down, and made me feel less than I really was, why should I tell you about the things people called you, that when guys were flirting with you most of the time was a result of a dare, that is until sophomore year. Then it wasn't funny anymore, to think I was so worried about you. I was so blind to your manipulation, I thought you were my friend, I thought that you were just kidding, but it's whatever. Imagine how much better I feel to see that I am going to college now, and what are you doing? Oh yeah! Handing out orders at Hardee's! Honey, let's get a few things straight, since you wanted to tear me down all the way through high school, it is about time for me to knock you off your high horse:
(1) First of all, those legs you swear are "perfect" are just chicken legs that look like they are about to snap from the pressure of holding up that muffin-top.
(2)Don't get me started on how creepy your "flirting" is, dude how long is it going to take for you to realize that staring at guys like they are a cheeseburger is just disturbing.
(3) And for the love of all things with ears, YOU CAN'T SING! When you sing you sound like Fran Drescher!
(4)You chew like a cow, seriously, haven't you been taught to eat with your mouth shut?
(5) AND STOP TELLING PEOPLE WE LOOK ALIKE!!! We don't, I mean honestly, I don't think we could look anymore different if we tried!
(6) You act like you need a guy to be happy, you know how that makes you look? Desperate. Besides, you need to learn how to love yourself before any guy could possibly love you.
(7) Running your jaw about how much weight you want to lose isn't going to do anything for you. Suck it up buttercup, put down the cheeseburger, it's time to go for a nice long jog.
(8) When you dance it looks like something is biting you in the ass, there is a reason nobody wants to dance with you. Just stop.
(9) Boo, what did you do to your hair? I don't even know what to call that, it isn't ombre.. It looks like you literally took the last 2.5 inches of your hair in dipped it in blond hair dye... It isn't cute, oh and you are definitely not meant to be a blond.
(10) You always want to call me spoiled, but really I'm not. I am blessed to have a family who will help me when I need it because they know that I have a lot on my plate, that isn't spoiled its called having a supportive family. Maybe you would be a better friend if your family had taught you what a supportive family looked like, maybe you wouldn't try so hard to tear other people down to make yourself look better.
Hearing those things, how do you feel? Do you feel hurt, self-conscience, embarrassed? Good, because that is how I felt most of the time. I walked around trying to make sure I looked perfect every day so you couldn't say anything about my hair, or my clothes. I didn't ask questions because I knew you would make fun of me later for it. I tried not to talk to the guys around you or even tell you about them because I knew as soon as I did you would try to date them, knowing that once you did I wouldn't even try to date them once you guys broke up because I think it's wrong to date a guy your friend truly cared about. I tried so hard to be a good friend, that I lost myself somewhere in the process. I found a better me now, and this me holds nothing back. This new me will never be manipulated, she will never try to impress, she will always be herself, and she will always ask whatever questions that come to her mind. This new me is far from naive. I hope you liked my letter, if I never hear from you again it will be too soon.
