Give this powerful affirmation to someone special, as a firm yet gentle encouraging statement. Believe in yourself and all shall come to you. Believe in yourself and your ability is endless. Soft woodgrain effect with surrounding engravings.
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Balance and bathroom scales. Sounds like they would go hand in hand, doesn't it? Perhaps with a little helping hand rested on the laundry room counter to keep steady while perching atop the digital telltale heart, minstrel of woe, glaring up from the floor and whispering in accusatory tones.
The scales scry deep within the conscience, keeping silent tallies of muffin misdeeds and privately consumed pizza. The midnight handful of caramel popcorn is reflected from ground level with the quiet smirk that only an electronic device can muster. Chicken nuggets for lunch, you say? Hah! it scoffs. We'll not talk about the filched fork full of lemon-lime cheesecake purloined from your lunch companion's plate while she was in the powder room -- or will we? The scale tells all.
Not only does it tell all, I swear it broadcasts it from the rooftops. Nay, the very Internet itself, as if it has a hidden TCP/IP connection lurking beneath its home decor-friendly beige and wood grain plastic cover and is at this very moment sending my exact weight and BMI to e-diets.com. Fiendish beast.
To make matters worse, it is infuriatingly accurate and without the slightest bit of tact. It doesn't think to itself, 'Oh, she's had a bad day, so I'll soft-pedal the news just a bit.' It never ponders that that celebratory chocolate chip cupcake that I accepted at an afternoon party was only taken to soothe the feelings of the small child who offered it to me, nor does it adjust its feedback accordingly.
I suppose the upside of things is that it doesn't gloat. Much.
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