The Keeper of Scales

**Clarification for what you are about to read: This post is mainly subjected towards those struggling with body image in one way shape or form. For those who abuse the purpose of the scale and find themselves getting on one for unhealthy reasons or compulsively stepping on them throughout the day.** 

SCALES

Oh my goodness GET RID OF THEM! And when I say get rid of them I don't mean slide them under your bed and "forget about it" I mean give it to a trustworthy friend who will hide them from you! Scales are not good, I'm sorry but they just aren't. Our weight doesn't define who we are. It's a number people, a number. And if you can avoid that number at whatever cost then please do so!!

I have gone through a good three to four scales that have been taken from me over the years. I swear my scale keeper is like my mom. She just has this sense if I'm hiding one or been on one. SHE FINDS IT EVERY TIME! And every time she takes it from me. Yes, I dislike her for a while but in the end I am so so thankful that I don't have that stupid white piece of plastic staring at me all day long. 

Girls, (and boys too) please listen to me when I tell you that you are only hurting yourself more by stepping onto a scale. Any number that you see on there will never be enough. It is either too small or too big and then you go into panic mode and freak out. I know you know what I'm talking about so don't deny it. Find someone who you trust to hold onto it for you. They don't have to throw it away or burn it or do anything to it but just keep it from you. I think I've sent a few texts to the keeper of my scales saying, "just get rid of it. burn it, throw it away I don't care but get rid of it!" Yeah. Never thought those words would come out of my mouth but well, they did. I have no idea if she did throw them away but I know she hasn't given them to me and scale holder, thank you. 

For those who are willing to hold scales or any other "triggering" items for your loved ones and friends. Do so responsibly. No matter how much they beg you, plead, cry, scream and say how they hate you DO NOT GIVE IN! They will love you down the road, I promise you that. Be okay to be the hated friend for a while. Be okay with stepping in and saying, "hey, I think I need to take that for a little bit." That is what friends are for, to do the tough stuff sometimes. It's called tough love. You do it because you care. 

As for me, I am not in the state of mind to hold onto any scales or other items related to eating issues (I can find you people that will hold onto things though). But I do know that one day down the road I will be capable of having a nice spot hidden away in my room for any girl who needs me to hold onto their stuff. I look forward to that day of being hated because I know that that hate does turn into love eventually. All in due time. 

Listen: Psalm 45:11