In the Salon at the Rue des Moulins, 
by Toulouse-Lautrec
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I AM THE SAME OLD ME

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 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 knees?

I need to wear these glasses
As the prints were getting smaller;
And it wasn't very long ago
I know that I was taller.

Though my hair has turned to silver
And my skin no longer fits;
On the inside, I'm the same old me,
Just the outside's changed a bit.

I'M STILL THE SAME OLD ME!!

Do you see the young girl and the old woman?