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.