In the mirror’s gaze, whispers of perfection call,
Promises of beauty, etched by societal walls.
We chase the fleeting glimmer, an ever-changing hue,
Trying to fit the mold, in a world that never knew.

The magazines tell tales, of figures and flawless skin,
A silent commandment, where self-worth begins.
Yet beneath the surface, where true beauty lies,
We hide our unique colors, under the weight of disguise.

In a world that craves conformity, we lose our inner light,
True beauty is a dance, not a rigid fight.
Beyond the standards, where freedom softly sings,
We find the courage to spread our own wings.

Let us shatter the mirrors, and break free from chains,
Embrace our imperfections, where authenticity reigns.
For in the heart’s reflection, where true beauty stands,
We find our own stories, written by our hands.