The Scale

Intended to be a most accurate form of measurement, the scale can’t hold its own weight

You bite your lip, perhaps you tremble, you squint. You gingerly press a toe and see that zero, ED’s ultimate goal. Nonexistence. You grimace and step both feet upon the beast and watch the numbers spin and scroll. You get your “weight”.

It’s a form of measurement. It’s going to tell you your weight. It’s always wrong. You are not a number.

Does it measure your worth? Does it measure the value of your persona, your spirit, your soul? Will it tell you how much you mean to the world and just how important it is for you to be a part of it? Does it tell you how much your family and friends love you? It’s always wrong.

It’s spits out some nonsense number and says to ED, “HEY, YOU, THIS IS ALL YOU ARE”. A scale will always just tell you you’re either way too much or not enough - what the heck is that about?

The scale is a liar. Don’t trust that piece of crap.

I want you to do me a favor. An exercise in health and self-reflection. Next time you think about getting on that scale and measuring your worth in measurements of weight, I want you to get onto the metaphorical scale of life. How much weight do you hold? What is your worth? Measure your weight in milestones, not pounds. How much have you accomplished? What is your contribution to the planet? Are you helping or harming the world? Are you a good person? Do you feel good about yourself? Do you feel beautiful? You are, you do, you’re worth a heck of a lot more than a stupid scale’s number in pounds.