I dreamt about a weighing scales last night.
There was lots of them.. And there was me. Not wanting to stand on it.
It was like a weapon.. That scales.. it was an old fashioned one..
Not a digital one, because those are the worst, they say you are heavier than you are.
The dirty sh*ts..
It kept on going round and round, the scales, it didn't stop.
But I know that I put on weight, It was awful. It was a nightmare.
I don't ever want to stand on again.. Never ever.
I hate the word "weighing scales".. Who ever invented that must have been off their heads..
I hate the word "kilo", and "stone", I hate it all with avengance.
Why does it always have to so important. Why does it play such a big role?
It pisses me off so much. It's only a number. So why am I having nightmares about it?
I know I've put on weight, but I don't want to know how much.
It's the first thing everybody asks ma..(yeah, ma, I'm not stupid, I know what goes on..) "has she put on weight?".. Why do you all want to know that? Just leave me alone, and stop asking that same question over and over. It's not important!
Isn't it more important that I AM eating and doing what I can, than a stupid number on the scales.. It makes me so angry!
I'm not going to be telling anyone my weight ever again. It's something I never want to talk about. If Diann weighs me, and I decide I don't want to know, then nobody else will be knowing my weight either.. Only Diann..
I hate it so much, that one stupid number has ruled my life. It's not fair.. and I just don't want to know anymore!
Leave me and my weight alone.. I'm fat, not skinny anymore, so you will all be pretty pleased to hear that, I'm sure..
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