No More

What would it look like to destroy your scale?
To refuse to be held hostage
by an inanimate object any longer.
To see your scale – and not the mirror as your enemy?

We learn the tricks, trying to fool it.
We go naked, allow no water, no jewelry (no contacts even).
Pee first.
Exhale.
And still the damn thing betrays us.

Why do we hesitate?
Why do we hold on to it like a security blanket
Instead of the chain it is?
What would we lose if we took
A hammer
To the damn thing and
Refused to allow it access to us
Anymore?

If instead we issued it
An eviction notice.
A no-contact order.
A restraining order?

To protect ourselves from the
Enemy.
Who is – not us.
Who is instead – every person who
Held our noses to the scale and said “Worship this god.”

Until we say,
“No
More.”