Hey Bunny,

Hey Bunny,

I made it. All the way to sixteen. You were right, it was hard. And life did suck so so bad. But you'll find a blue sky.

You're seven now, but soon you will be eleven, and learn that you weren't broken. You'll learn that there are others like you. You'll learn to love loving people.

But please Bunny, please.

Get away from him. Turn around and never talk to him. He is twice your age. Go.

Please, don't start counting calories. Please don't remember what Mom taught you at 8 when you ate something you shouldn't have. Please don't worry about keeping your pants size under a 2.

Please don't start wondering what you can do to feel warm and start hurting yourself... please talk to dad. Tell him everything. If you don't you'll end up showering in the dark and learning how to cry silently.

And when you are my age, there will be a person. They'll have red streaks in the front of their hair, and you'll want to talk to them, but be afraid.

Do it. It is so so worth it. They are worth it.

Please Bunny. please.

All my love,

Bunny (but older this time)