In the mirror of the morning light,
She searches for the perfect sight,
Every line and every curve,
In her eyes, they all deserve.
Yet in the chase of flawless grace,
She finds herself in a tender place,
For every scar and every mark,
Holds a story, leaves a spark.
In the whispers of the night,
She learns to love the gentle fight,
Embracing all the shades and hues,
Finding beauty in the blues.
Perfection dances in her dreams,
A silent song, a gentle stream,
In every flaw, she sees anew,
The perfect path she journeys through.