Numbers

Every time i step on scale,

I hear the numbers talking:

Oh no, you’re gaining weight, 

have you  considered jogging?

Or do osempic, we don’t care,

make yourself handsome,  don’t you dare

to be as  ugly as you’re now,

to diet culture make a vow 

and lose all of your excess kilos,

And then it’ll be you they chose,

don’t you just wish, by any chance

for silly little teen romance?

So lose your weight, and take a chance!

In tears on  numbers I do glance

It’s all a silly circumstance

I pick the fucking scales up, 

then they drop,

The numbers finally shut up