In the quiet of the morning light,
A whisper echoes in the heart,
“Love yourself, embrace the sight,
Of who you truly are, a work of art.”

Through shadows long and valleys deep,
The soul’s reflection begins to rise,
In every flaw, a promise we keep,
To cherish the truth beyond disguise.

With gentle hands, we mend and heal,
The scars that tell of battles past,
In self-love’s warmth, we start to feel,
A peace within that holds steadfast.

So let us dance in our own grace,
Celebrate the light we hold inside,
For loving ourselves, we find our place,
In a world where hearts no longer hide.