Love the skin you're in

My body is just a parcel, It's the wrapping paper I've been given
Is it insignificant? or should it have a fancy pink ribbon?
Do I love the skin I'm in or is it hate and I want it disguised?
Am I being forced to see what it is or have I just never realized?

My body is just a parcel, but it's my most important possession
It is significant and it deserves a healthy dose of obsession
I'm the only one who can treat it right and love it as I should
I wouldn't want anyone else to, even if they could

My body is just a parcel, However there's nothing "just" about it
Because without it, we are nowhere and will never be fighting fit
Through it we can show who we are and it gets us to where we need to be
A healthy mind and soul supports a healthy body and a healthy me

My body is just a parcel, What a silly phrase
I need to own it and to stop seeing it as a maze
Knowing what's what and knowing what's not
That's what I have to find to fill the empty spot

My body is just a parcel, A parcel I have to again learn to love
Will my mind fit my body, tight and secure like a hand fits a glove
That's what I want, for them to slot together and to feel pride
Of what I see and who I am when through life I hope to glide..