This New Me
When I look in the mirror it's not me that I see.
It's scars and stretch marks and fat underneath.
It used to not be this way but time just went by.
I'd take a quick look and say I'll be alright.
But now it is different and I ask myself why.
If I loved my body then why didn't I exercise.
I can tell you I was busy or I didn't know how
But I was kidding myself and look at me now.
I'm not overly big by any kind of means
But when I look in the mirror it's not me that I see.
So for now on when I get a little break
I'll do a little lunge or drink a healthy shake.
I'll run on nice days and eat a small salad
And even if I lose one pound I'll sing a great ballad
Because no matter how I look big or small
Taking care of myself is the best thing of all.
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