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     “The Scale”
 
 
She woke-up
feeling fat
she got out
of her bed
and went straight
to her bathroom
scale,
¾ of a pound
over
her perfect
weight
she ran her
hands
along the sides
of her body
then over her
stomach
trying to feel
where the extra
weight was
as she makes
a list
in her head
of everything
she ate yesterday
she looks over
her body
in the bathroom
mirror
as she starts
adding up the
calorie count
in her late
night snack of
microwave popcorn
no butter
no salt
and a coke zero
for what ever
reason
she decided this
was to blame
for her sudden
weight gain
she recorded her
numbers
in her daily
journal
dated it
and added a
big asterisk
next to it
a small note
to remind her
no more popcorn
she looked through
the pages
of some of the
other banished
foods
no science
behind her choices
but they have
become
hard facts
now that they
have been chosen,
she went to
the kitchen
her automatic
coffee maker
already done
preforming
it’s morning duties
she takes the
carafe
and pours the
extra strong
black coffee
into one of
those really wide
white ceramic cups
and crawls
back into bed
she leans back
against a mountain
of pillows
and thumbs through
a French fashion
magazine
she can’t speak
or read French
but they have
the best models
or to be exact
the skinniest
she goes to
a dog eared page
of a young woman
that made Barbie
look like she was
packing on extra
pounds
she pulled down
on the page
tearing it away
from its binding
she slides off
her bed
and tucks the
page
into the top
right border
of her bedroom
mirror
so she can see
it
as she gets
herself ready
every morning
a new look
another goal
one that will
require
her to
cut five more
pounds
just to come
close
to her new
target weight
she slips back
into her bed
the hot coffee
helping to quite
her rumbling
tummy
a morning ritual
she’s had forever
she’s sure
this will be
her
ideal weight
for her body
but that’s not
the first picture
to grace the top
of her bedroom
mirror
till she starves
herself
into that particular
girl’s frame,
she can see
so much beauty
in all the women
that live in the
pages
of her French
fashion magazine
but each time
she looks into
her mirror
that beautiful
body
of hers
gets lost in
the reflection,
bent
and distorted
as its light
makes its way
back to her,
never seeing
what others can’t
miss
the beautiful
girl
standing before
them
no matter what
the scale
hits…
 
     Tom Allen…11-03-2017…