She hesitated
Looked at the scales
Gingerly she stepped on
Her fingers crossed
She had a look
Disappointment again
As she saw the numbers appear
Crestfallen, she stepped off
She had done the work
Counted the calories
Cut out the treats
Yet still, it did not matter
Her belly still wobbled
Her thighs jiggled
Her jeans were too tight
Her spirit crushed
Where had it gone wrong
Why hadn't it made a difference
It wasn't fair, she told herself
As she pulled on her leggings
And wrapped herself
In an oversized jumper
She thought back
To when she was younger
And had a waist
As her age had grown
So had her belly
Her waist now less defined
And increasingly harder to find
But, she asked herself
Did it really matter
Did it change her
Or make her any less
Than the perfect being she was
A magnificent representation
Of creation
Then her thoughts shifted
To a more positive frame
She counted the good things in her life
Her wrinkles of joy
Her lines of laughter
Her stretch marks of wealth
Her abundance of love
And her ability to persist
She put the scales in the cupboard
To gather dust
She would no longer
Be determined by a number
Or a measurement
Of someone else's making
For who were they to decide
Her worth
Attached to a false ideal
An ridiculous illusion
That coerced her into believing
She was never enough
How dare they try
To undermine and destroy
Her soul
Her love for herself
She was woman
Generous, soft, gentle
Strong, courageous, determined
Inimitable
And the weight lifted.....