I wake up this morning and look in the mirror.
I look mostly the same, except for one thing.
My cheeks are getting pudgy again
The scale sits in the corner, begging to be used
And I eye it cautiously
If I get on now, I know I'll skip dinner tonight
But still, the scale speaks in her seductive voice,
"Remember when we were friends,
And you watched all that weight melt away?
Remember how good that felt?"
How am I in a staring contest with something
That has no eyes?
My stomach interrupts, reminding me I skipped lunch
That if I'm not careful, I'll watch myself waste away
My hands find their way to my hip bones, collar bones
I remember the days I couldn't feel them
My heart would ache for a feeling I'd never known
I think of all the compliments I get now
How beautiful they make me feel
Beauty is pain.
I get on the scale.
