Dear anyone who has called me fat,

I bet all you sickos are glad that I'm dead.

I may be dead but I still have things to say to you. Things that I want you to know. You can choose to ignore this letter or you could read it. Either way I don't really care.

Wanna know why I killed myself?

Wanna know what your stares did to me? What your words did to me?

Yeah, I'm fat. I get that. I'm not skinny like all you people. I see you everyday, staring at me 'cause I'm fat. Well news flash: not everyone can have chicken legs like you.

I am strong.

I am not weak.

I bet you're thinking that I'm weak 'cause I killed myself. I'm weak 'cause i couldn't handle your stares.

You people never said anything about my weight, but I could hear your thoughts, feel your stares.

If you are the cause of anyone else's death then I will make it my job to make sure you pay hell. I will not tolerate anyone making fun of someone 'cause they're fat or they're too skinny or they're blonde etc. etc.

From,
Choji Akimichi