Beneath the glow of the silver moon,
Lies a world of whispered tales,
Where beauty’s standards are like a typhoon,
And the truth in silence fails.

In the mirror’s glass, we seek our worth,
Chasing shadows of perfection,
Yet beauty blooms from deeper earth,
Beyond mere reflection.

Society’s gaze, sharp and cold,
Defines what should be praised,
But real beauty, brave and bold,
Refuses to be caged.

Let’s break free from these chains tight,
Embrace our scars and flaws,
For the beauty that shines bright,
Is the one that needs no applause.