You step on me and treat me bad.
You try to cheat me; I’m so sad.
You frown at me and say I lie.
You hate me so; I don’t know why.
You’re really lucky I’m not frail.
It’s hard to be your bathroom scale!
Submitted by Dell Healy
The Truth Hurts
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According to every dieting American I’ve ever met, their bathroom scale is broken and always reads much too high.
They are, however, perfectly willing to accept the reading when I step on.