In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
I find the courage to embrace my own might.
With every breath, I nurture seeds of grace,
Building a fortress in this sacred space.

The mirror reflects not just a face, but a story,
Of battles fought and paths to glory.
Each scar a testament, each flaw a friend,
In this journey, I learn to transcend.

Shadows of doubt may dance in the night,
Yet I rise, guided by my inner light.
With confidence, I walk my chosen way,
Celebrating myself, come what may.

Love blooms in the garden of my soul,
Nurtured by dreams, making me whole.
In self-love, I find my truest song,
A melody of strength where I belong.