Dear Evan Dixon,

Dear Evan Dixon

I had a nice time today

I went to my sisters party

She wants to be on broadway

I had a cupcake

Dear Evan Dixon,

I’ve been think of what you said

You’re wrong you know,

It wasn’t too much

I don’t have to watch what I eat

Dear Evan Dixon,

I can’t get it out of my head,

Maybe I was wrong?

Should I really trust your advice?

Dear Evan Dixon,

I know i sounded unsure

Im so hungry right now

I’ll try to fight it off

Im not sure how long I’ll last

Dear Evan Dixon,

You said you could help me

Make me the guy of my dreams

Im getting scared now, this doesn’t seem healthy

My vision is blurry and I’m nauseous when I eat

Is this wrong? It doesn’t seem right to me

Dear Evan Dixon,

I keep passing out

Is that normal?

I want to be pretty, but this just seems wrong.

Dear Evan Dixon,

You’re right I’m too close to my goal

Its only for a few more weeks

Im already starting to see it

It makes me so happy

Dear Even Dixon,

I think my parents have caught on

My mom looks at me with worry

And my dad keeps buying my snacks

Its getting harder to hide

Dear Evan Dixon,

I’m here

I did it

Are you proud?

Dear writer,

You haven’t wrote to me in a while

I was getting worried

That is, until i saw you on tv

Im so proud of you

You reached 70

If only you could have survived

Yours truly, —E.D.