The scale shows up on the floor, the good one, the one that does not lie. I strip, stand on it, to weigh my faults and measure my sins.
89.00
I could say I'm excited, but that would be a lie. The number doesn't matter. If I got down to 70.00, I'd want 65.00. If I weighed 10.00, I wouldn't be happy until I got down to 05.00. The only nuber that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis is love. I finally get it.
The numbers are all so pointless... yet we live our lives by them and measure our worth with them. In the end, we throw goals out of the window and just say, fuck it, I'll keep going til I'm happy... Thin = happy = dead.
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