I ended up with a series of three photos illustrating Collective Soul's song "Heavy."
And all your weight it falls on me
It brings me down
And all your weight it falls on me
It falls on me
I have a complicated, angsty relationship with that old scale. And yet I still sometimes feel the need to know my weight, so I keep the rusty, battered thing around. Its ugliness is an unfortunately perfect complement to how I feel about my weight. Maybe time to get a shiny new scale and a new outlook to match?