I know what it's like to not have friends. To walk alone on the playground. To be called names. I know what it's like to be excluded from made-up clubs when everyone else is included. I tried so hard to be liked. To be a part of something. Instead I was the scapegoat.
I was the one tormented so others could feel better about themselves. So young girls had something to unify them.
It sucked.
But you need to be strong, my sweet girl, because you're not alone. There is another little girl out there who knows what you're going through. More than one, I'm sure. You need each other, to lift each other up. To have a friendship that is better than taunts and name-calling. Be better than the "mean girls," because one day they won't be mean. They'll be sad. They may even apologize for everything they've done.
And you'll forgive them…because that's the kind of person you are.
And you'll be their friend…because you're the kind of person they want to be.