Dear Scale.

Dear Scale,

I know you and I have had our differences. You tell me that I'm fat, I look at you in anger and kick you back under the vanity. Every time I walk into the bathroom you call out my name. I was enjoying not having you around for a while, but I just had to know today. So, I dug you out and with a deep deep breath, I stepped on you. I looked, stepped off, and tried again. Same number.

Well, scale I'm beginning to wonder if you're being honest with me. Are you a truthful scale? Is this some game you're playing with my self esteem? Oh scale, I hope that you're being honest with me this time. I hope that number is accurate. I don't want to jinx myself, but I'll find out tomorrow if you're lying! Should I put so much thought into that one number? Well, probably not. But, if that number is accurate it's a big milestone for me. I can't wait until tomorrow scale, I can't wait to find out if you were being honest and truthful. I can't wait to see if you are being nice to me again, or if this is a sick joke. So scale, I hope for your sake that you're correct, or it's curtains for you. You hear me? CURTAINS.

Sincerely,
The girl who steps on your face every morning.