Dressed up by my sister in her clothes, just for fun. For sure, not my usual fare!
It is too late to try to tone
my skin and muscle, fat and bone.
When I walk, they sway and jiggle,
protest at my every wriggle.
Arm and neck and waist and thigh
are not as bad as I imply.
Nonetheless, I do not dare
attempt bikinis or clothes that bare
great expanses of leg and skin.
I will not brave it, the shape I’m in.
Oh to relive days back when
I was taut and smooth and thin.
And could convince my young self that
I was neither plain nor fat.
If I had known, I now confess,
I would have concealed me less.
Shown more skin, gone a size smaller,
pulled back my shoulders, stood up taller.
That youth is wasted on the young
way back then were words unsung
and so I wasted all those years
peering into bathroom mirrors,
wanting to be better because,
as I look back, I see I was!