In the mirror’s gaze, whispers of perfection call, Promises of beauty, etched by societal walls. We chase the fleeting glimmer,…
In mirrors’ cruel embrace we stand, Reflecting tales of others’ dreams, A world defined by shifting sand, Where beauty’s more…
In mirrors deep, reflections lie, Where whispers of beauty softly sigh. A canvas painted by fleeting hands, In search of…
In mirrors, reflections dance in disguise, Chasing ideals that gleam in others’ eyes. A world where beauty’s measured by a…
In mirrors, reflections whisper tales, Of beauty carved by unseen hands, Expectations, like shadows, prevail, Yet freedom awaits in self-made…
In the glass, we see a face, so often not our own, A visage shaped by thoughts, by standards overblown.…
Beneath the glow of the silver moon, Lies a world of whispered tales, Where beautyâs standards are like a typhoon,…