I don’t need a friend who laughs when I confide in them about a crush
     I’m good enough.
I don’t need a friend who applauds when I eat salad for lunch
     I’m not fat. I may not be skinny either but that doesn’t mean that your shallow ideas of
     “cute” or “hot” apply to me.
I don’t need a friend who says a game of BS is a metaphor for my weight.
     News flash — it’s not.
I don’t need a friend who takes advantage of my open arms, drowns me with their problems which I happily listen to, but is never there for me when I need the same treatment.