By an anonymous user, all it said was, “You’re ugly,” at the time, I didn’t know that these messages would persist.
* * * At the bus stop, I logged on to Formspring to see what the mean comment of the day was. Reading “You are the fakest person I ever met. Everyone talks shit about you so just give up,” I laughed to hide the pain I actually felt. Screenshotting the message to show my friends, I got on the bus and headed to school. It was just like any other morning. At lunch, I showed my friends what I had received that morning. “She is just jealous,” one would say. “She doesn’t even know you omg,” Another would respond. “Tell that person to … (fill in the blank with your own imagination).” Because I wanted to appear strong, I laughed along with them. With all of our mean responses combined, we came up with something to say back to the anonymous user. “I’ll send this her when I get home and hopefully she will be too scared to respond!” I eagerly told them, excited to give her a taste of her own