Barefoot standing backwards on the doctor’s scales; the weighing games begin. I can’t make sense of how or why I’m here; dragged from my mother’s car, when only earlier I was dancing at my ballet class; I slipped and fell on the cold dance floor, and now I’m under hospital arrest. All I want is to escape; because I truly thought this was all in my past. But the Devil and God are raging inside me all the time. It began with only one pound lost; a controlled experiment, one I thought I could win. And now, I’m barefoot standing backwards on the doctor’s scales – There’s only one way; Up! No spiral down. I’ve found my way back here, somehow, and I’ll find my way out of here, somehow.