There really is too much of me,
There are pieces there that should not be.
There are rolls and folds and hanging breasts.
I certainly fail those old ‘pinch tests’.
There are wrinkles, freckles and laughter lines.
I can’t deny those aging signs -
With bits that wobble, and parts that sag.
I’m turning into a Hessian bag.
Where’s the girl that once was me?
Unzip this sack and set her free!
By Liz Wilks (1998)
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