There is a horrifying number
between my feet.
It is one I have not seen before.
I have lightened myself
as much as I could so why
did I step up and look at the floor?
Denial, sacrifice, martyrdom, oh my!
I am adipose, apoplexic
Now my day is ruined
as I obsess over why.
One blissful meal and now I want to cry.
Why is it a sin to enjoy
the fruits of God's good earth?
Why does the scale take away my mirth?
I am innocent!
I don't deserve this I say.
After all, I exercised just yesterday.
You pig, you slug
into the mirror I say,
but the scale doesn't lie about how much I weigh.