The Satisfaction
TW: ED.
I stepped on the scale.
It hadn't moved. Made sense, I looked the same.
3 weeks later, I stepped on the scale again.
It had gone down. So why did I still look the same.
A month had passed. I stepped on the scale again.
It had gone much lower.
Yet I still looked the same.
3 months. 3 months had passed as I stepped on the scale again.
It had gone down way further. You would think I made progress.
I still looked the same.
Yeah, all my clothes were too big now.
Yes, I had to buy all my clothes extra-small.
But every time I looked in the mirror I still seemed to look the same. I did look the same.. didn't I?
Or.. maybe I was just never satisfied.