When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less, I needn’t hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress.

But now that I am older, I’ve set my body free; There’s the comfort of elastic Where once my waist would be.

Inventor of those high-heeled shoes My feet have not forgiven; I have to wear a nine now, But used to wear a seven.

And how about those pantyhose- They’re sized by weight, you see, So how come when I put them on The crotch is at my knee?

I need to wear these glasses As the print’s been getting smaller; And it wasn’t very long ago I know that I was taller.

Though my hair has turned to gray and my skin no longer fits, On the inside, I’m the same old me, It’s the outside’s changed a bit.

~Maya Angelou