that’s right. you
hold too much weight in our mirrored image.
and i’m sick of it. you think you and mr mirror
can just gang up
on us like that?
what the hellsie. i know, i know. i’ve never
really liked you. and i haven’t stood on you
in years. but
next time, i might stomp
my feet. enough with the diet talk! there is
beauty in every size. with hips or without.
curves or not. so just stop it.
you’re hurting my friends.
you’re hurting my strangers. i hear everyone
talk about it all the time. now, i do realize
you might be taking
this uber personally.
but it’s not you, it’s us. it’s our own fault.
for believing that dieting brings happy health.
for obsessing over
the weight of our bodies.
instead of the health and nutrition of our blood. our
veins. our heart. our mental meets physical
health. so here’s what i say,
dearest scale.
would you mind if we tossed you to the lonely side?
and ate the sweets in moderation. indulging in the
every now and then.
and if we rewired
our brains to see food as energy? as fuel to feed
our lifestyle. our active dog-walking frisbee-throwing
walking-some-blocks
pedaling-our-bicycles
catching-sportsballs after mowing-our-yards
lifestyle. our involved and moving lifestyle
that we share with others.
that likes to eat goodies
in their earth-grown nature. unprocessed and
unpackaged. dearest scale, would you just let
everyone go? help us
numb the obsession
with your numbers. we need to get back to the
happiness of health. and the joy of enjoying all
tastes in sweet
moderation. just let
my friends and my strangers and my self go.
i haven’t let myself stand on you in years. but
next time i do,
i’m warning you now.
about what you should remember to say to me.
let’s join the same team, you and i. shall we? help
me learn to like you.
“what the hellsie” i might have to adopt that.