Mirrors and Scales

Mirrors and Scales Approached with trepidation they assault our self esteem, when we waddle up for judgment and they destroy our dream. Cold unflinching arbiters reflecting just the truth, of what was long suspected; aging has borne its fruit. Saggy baggy bodies so long past being young, when skin and muscles fit us where now they are just hung. Who is that I’m looking at and who else is on the scale? Gone from buff and suntanned to overweight and pale. I can’t believe what’s happened has it been so long ago? My pride of youthful vigor is now dangling down below. My wicked scale and mirror have turned on me so fast, showing the shocking present where I was looking for the past.