I don’t know you personally.
I would prefer that we never meet.
But I have observed your actions from afar.

I have watched you
Strip young girls of their self-esteem
Make them feel like they aren’t good enough
Make them puke out their lunch into a toilet bowl
Because they are scared of becoming fat.

I have read about you
Making sticks out of girls
Taunting them mercilessly
Telling them they need to starve themselves
Or else they would get fat.

I looked on
As those people stood up
And closed the door on you
After recognizing that you are a deadly disease
And not just a “phase” they’re going through.

I watched
I read,
I looked on,
From a distance.

And I hate you as much as they hate you.