In the mirrors of societyâs gaze, we stand,
Bound by whispers of what should be,
A canvas painted by anotherâs hand,
Yet, within, lies the true beauty, free.
Standards crafted like delicate prisons,
In glossy pages, perfection is sold,
But beneath the surface, a heart glistens,
A story of courage and beauty untold.
Oh, the tyranny of flawless skin,
The burden of shapes, sizes, and shades,
In diversity, true beauty begins,
In every line and curve, love cascades.
Let us shatter these mirrors of deceit,
Celebrate the mosaic of individuality,
For in every soul, a beauty complete,
In authenticity, we find our reality.