In the glass, we seek our worth,
Chasing shadows of prescribed beauty,
Yet the essence of our true self,
Hides beneath the layers we wear.
Standards etched by unseen hands,
Dictate the forms we try to fit,
Yet beauty’s heart knows no bounds,
In every soul, a light is lit.
From magazines to glowing screens,
Images whisper tales untrue,
Yet our scars and smiles tell stories,
Of a beauty thatâs deep and true.
So break the mirror, shatter the mold,
Embrace the skin that holds your soul,
For beauty blooms in every heart,
In uniqueness, we are whole.