In the mirror, reflections speak,
Echoes of words that some dare leak.
They paint the skin with tones of shame,
Innocence lost in a cruel game.
A whispered jest, a pointed stare,
Leaves marks unseen, a heavy wear.
The body bears the brunt of scorn,
Yet inside, a new strength is born.
Rising above the taunts and jeers,
We find the courage to face our fears.
Each scar becomes a badge of grace,
Resilience etched upon our face.
In diversity, beauty finds its home,
Every shape, a unique poem.
Together we stand, hand in hand,
Defying the judgments, taking a stand.