There’s a friend in my life who just gives me a lot of grief with the comparisons she always gives.
I try my best but still she points out that something is wrong. Her words echo… “Not good enough.”
I could dress my best and she will whisper, “Nice, but not as nice as hers.”
I mess up and let my clumsy words…
“Dear Mr. Scale, can I be honest with you for a moment? Our together times really don’t do much for me. I actually dread our appointments. And when you bring your friend Miss tape measure, well she really does a number on me.”
I.hate.this. Have you ever had a conversation with your bathroom scale?
Maybe I am a tad…