In the glass, a visage stares back
Eyes tracing lines, corners, and edges
Seeking beauty amidst perceived lacks
Yet seeing only flaws and wedges
A world that whispers perfection’s lie
But bodies are canvases, painted unique
Stretch marks and scars, tales of the sky
Each curve and line a story they speak
Embrace the skin, the form so true
For beauty is not in the standard mold
In every shape, a hue, a view
Love yourself, be brave, be bold
The mirror now shows a different scene
Acceptance blooms where doubt once lay
A heart at peace, serene, serene
Body and soul, in harmony, stay