In the quiet of the night, I find my peace,
A whispering calm that bids my doubts to cease.
I gaze into the mirror, and what do I see?
A soul learning to love itself completely.

The scars and lines tell stories of old,
Each one a testament of a heart so bold.
I trace the contours of a face so dear,
Embracing flaws that once bred fear.

In the dance of shadows and light,
I find strength in my own sight.
The journey of self-love, a winding road,
With every step, a lighter load.

So here I stand, in perfect grace,
Accepting the beauty of my own face.
In self-acceptance, I find my song,
A melody of love, where I belong.