Monday, April 13, 2009

The Evil Scale

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
and mortified.

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.

10 comments:

  1. Get off it! Both literally off the scale and figuratively. Good poem but bad attitude. You are the best looking woman "of a certain age" that I've ever known. If your clothes fit, your husband loves you and you see a smile staring back at you when you look in the mirror in the morning, you can afford to toss that scale in the trash.

    Love ya.

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  2. DVF -

    I agree with Daniel....don't fuss too much!!

    about weight and such

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  3. You expressed how I'm feeling!

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  4. I don't let the scales
    Remove from me mirth
    Because all the mirrors
    Reveal to me girth

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  5. I love it! Again, you make me laugh at myself, Diane. I know I shouldn't obsess over pounds, but I do. I especially love the fourth stanza. "Now my day is ruined" is so true. I love the title, too!

    Daniel does have a good point. Your picture is beautiful.

    But the poem is wonderful and helps remind women like me how ridiculous we act about numbers on a scale. Thank you for posting it!

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  6. It's a good expression of the way women can feel.

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  7. We all have things about ourselves we don't like and need a humorous take on them.
    I think your poem is a delightful example of humor.
    Everybody else...LIGHTEN UP! :)

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  8. Thank you Rosebuckle! It was SUPPOSED to be funny!

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  9. Evil, evil scale! Best not to have one in the house at all. I didn't have one for years, not wanting to see anorexia return.

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