In the mirror’s silent gaze, I see,
A reflection not just of flesh, but of me.
The curves, the lines, the marks so deep,
A story of life, in every crease.

Society whispers how I should be,
Perfectly molded, but that’s not me.
I embrace my flaws, my unique design,
For in these imperfections, I truly shine.

Each scar, each fold, a tale to tell,
Of battles fought and moments well.
My body, my canvas, painted with care,
A masterpiece of which I’m aware.

So I stand with pride, and boldly declare,
I am beautiful, beyond compare.
For beauty is found in the heart’s true voice,
And in loving myself, I make that choice.