To Marianne Camille Clouet

To all my readers, I've been trying to get this chick out of a Facebook group my friends started. We've had many arguments. Please, if you have a Facebook, join this group and read the wall posts. And if you agree with me, feel free to reply to her and tell her how and why she's wrong. Tell her why you agree with me. Let's make her see the light? Or just support us. It's called "Break the Cycle. Stop Criticizing Your Body."
(http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/group.php?gid=127798264244)

Oh and Vivi, if you want you can post this wherever you want.

Okay look. I understand. You really think you're hot shit. Well you are. Not the hot part. Just the part about the shit. You see, people who feel the need that they have to put others down just to make themselves look good are nothing but piles of manure. Did you seriously join a group for the soul purpose of calling people fat? Really? That is one of the most pathetic things I have ever heard. And I have heard very pathetic things in my life.

You are a bitch. You are the kind of person that no one will ever truly love, because you have nothing to offer the world, other than shallow, empty remarks and motionless heap to leave in the morning. You are nothing and that's all you will become. You better not have any dreams of marriage or anything like that. Because really all it'll be is living with a fuck buddy. There is no substance in you. Just an empty heart.

In the words of Mike Skinner, "I came to this world with nothing. And I leave with nothing but love. Everything else is just borrowed."

What the hell does that mean? It means that whatever you have now, your looks, your clothes, your money, everything, does not matter. It's the person, not the possessions. So you can take your supposed looks and pounds of make up, and fancy clothes and just shove it all. In due time, it will all end. Your skin will wrinkle. Your make up will settle into your skin and cause break outs, your fancy clothes will no longer fit. And who will have the impact on life? Certainly not you.

You're ridiculous. Absolutely absurd. You think you're better than me? Because I have more of a mid section than you? You stole your profile picture from a Target picture frame. You're nothing now. For all we know, you can just essentially be hating yourself. It's a thought. It explains a lot. It's still pretty pathetic.

So take a tip. If you really think you're so disgusting, then do something about it. And if you're not, then open your arrogant eye holes. The world is never the way we want it to be.