In the quiet moments of dawn,
When the world stands still and whispers,
We find the courage to look within,
To embrace the truths we’ve hidden deep.

The scars, the flaws, the stories untold,
They weave the fabric of our soul,
Each imperfection a brushstroke bold,
Painting the portrait of our whole.

Acceptance blooms like a fragile flower,
In the garden of our tender hearts,
It takes the rain and the sunlight’s power,
To grow and never fall apart.

So stand before the mirror’s gaze,
With love that’s gentle, kind, and true,
For in self-acceptance we find our ways,
To live, to breathe, and to renew.