Dear Bully,
You shoved me into the lockers today, and still called me names. I have a bruise on my arm from it, and it still hurts, even hours later. I wasn't expecting whatever this is to turn into physical abuse. I thought I could handle your words alright, but last night I broke down crying alone in my room. My mom came in and asked if I was okay, and of course I said yes.
I was looking at myself in the mirror today. I think you're right, I am kind of fat. I guess it wouldn't be so terrible to lose a few pounds.
