Dear Bullimia

Dear Bulimia, This is a hard letter for me to write, but I wanted to let you know that it’s over between us. We have been together for a while (has it been over a year already?), and now it is time to let you go. My friends and family told me how bad you were for me, how you never treated me right. You made me visit you in the bathroom at restaurants, wanting to get rid of whatever I ate before someone knocked on the door. You made me poke at my belly and smother my frustration in cookies and bread. You took me to the shower and made me throw up pasta and then left when I had to clean it up. You told me I was fat and worthless, too ugly for anyone but you to love. What memories we have shared. What about the times you had me walk to exhaustion on the treadmill or made me look into the flat, brown holes where my eyes used to be? Or the times you told me I wasn’t tall enough, with a smile not with enough, living for a future not bright enough. You did this to me but I stayed with you anyway. What about the day when you showed me my protruding bones?Yes,you made me fall in love with you then. I overlooked your faults. If you are confused as to why I amending things now, let me remind you of our fight. You saw I was very upset one day-the reason not being important-because my sadness was all you needed.You made me eat and eat,and then you made my insides bleed when I tried to get rid of it.You made my best friend worry and my brother cry.You push me to thought of suicide and left me alone with the pain.Remember now? In case you are wondering,I have found someone new,much better than you.He is around a lot more than you ever were.He dosen’t leave me alone when I cry and dosen’t make me visit him in the bathroom or shower.He was always there,in fact,but you were so jealous that you didn’t let me truly see him.Well,I’ve had enough of your possessiveness. I want back the time that I’ve wasted on you,the energy spent on turning my body into something you’d like.I want you to erase from my mind the look on Mom’s face when she found out we were together.I need you to let go of my self-esteemand my confidence,which you’ve abused for so long.I’m growing back my hair,replacing the thin strands that you left me with.I know you’ll not miss me,since you are with million of others.I hope they all have the courage to break up with you,too.I hope you are left alone one day,cold and friendless in your room,with no one left to bother.I wish you weren’t so darn popular. Well I guessthat’s it.Please don’t call anymore.You have visited me many times,and you are very desirable.Sometimes it’s hard to say no to youYou come back around my eighteenth birthday,and I bet you thought we could stay together for life.But now it’s really over.I know the love you had for me was only hate in disguise.I won’t let you kill me,and I won’t let you win me back.Tahe it gracefully,Bulimia.I am not your statistic anymore.
Goodbye and Good riddance.