In the mirror, a story unfolds,
Not of truth, but of tales untold.
A world where shadows cast their might,
And whispers turn day into night.

Judged by frames, not by soul,
Chasing dreams with a heavy toll.
No more tears for the weight they see,
For beauty lies in being free.

Words like daggers, sharp and cold,
Carve hearts with stories bold.
Yet strength is found in every scar,
A testament to who we are.

Rise above the shallow gaze,
Embrace the light, let it blaze.
For every body, a tale is told,
Of courage, love, and hearts of gold.