There is a single weekly chore,
That I admit, I most abhor.
Each time I step upon the scale,
I tell myself, “I’m such a whale!”
Though not defined by just a number,
My self esteem is torn asunder.
I know, I know, there’s more to love
My vanity should rise above,
The cruel reminder, I’m getting older,
It could be worse, I could be colder.

In response to: Just Thursday, Blog Hop: Mind the Mundane