In the quiet of my own reflection,
I find the echoes of strength in her words,
A tapestry woven of courage and grace,
Where self-love blooms in the heart of my soul.

Her voice, a beacon through shadows of doubt,
Teaches me to rise like the morning sun,
To dance with my flaws, embrace each scar,
For beauty resides in the truth of self.

In every line, a whisper of wisdom,
Unfolding the power that dwells within,
A gentle reminder to love fiercely,
To hold my spirit with tender care.

Maya’s legacy, a garden of hope,
Invites me to nurture my inner light,
To walk boldly on paths of self-discovery,
In the embrace of my own love, I thrive.