In the stillness of the morning light,
A reflection gazes back, soft and bright,
Each line tells a story, unspoken,
Every curve a testament, unbroken.

The world whispers tales of perfect grace,
Yet in this frame, uniqueness finds its place,
A canvas of strength, fierce and true,
A vivid masterpiece in every hue.

Shadows dance on skin, delicate and fine,
A testament of battles, a journey divine,
In every scar and freckle lies a tale,
Of courage born from every trial and gale.

Embrace the mirror with tender eyes,
See beyond the surface, beyond the guise,
For beauty blooms where acceptance grows,
In the heart where true self-love flows.