In the quiet whispers of the morning light,Stands a reflection, both familiar and new.A canvas of stories, written in scars and smiles,A testament to journeys, both dark and bright.The eyes that once searched for flaws,Now find beauty in every curve and line.A dance of shadows and light, unique and true,A celebration of self, in the softest dawn.Embrace the mirror’s gentle gaze,For it holds the power to heal and inspire.With every glance, a silent vow,To love this body, a precious empire.So let each day be a gentle reminder,Of the strength and grace that lies within.A journey of acceptance, ever unfolding,A symphony of self-love, where it all begins.