Shameful Friendships
“You need to cover your arms – you're way too skinny,” my best friend said over dinner. I shoveled more peanut sauce over my meal, just so she wouldn't think I was trying to be thin on purpose.
Adrianna was my best friend since moving to town a few years earlier. Or so I thought. She’s not my best friend anymore. Mind you, she’s not even a friend, and that has little to do with the upsetting dinner comment. The rupture didn't even come from me. But I am getting ahead of myself.
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