Colloquialism

A state of confusion

A state of of confusion grips me as I walk into the bathroom, intending to weigh myself.

What am I doing? Am I really about to weigh myself? That's ridiculous, get a grip, KP.

You're strong, and tough, and you don't need a scale to tell you you're beautiful.

I clench my cold hands into fists, my knuckles turning white.

Turn around, KP. Turn around and walk out that door. You can do this.

I look back at the scale.

I can't do this.