In mirrors, reflections often lie,
Whispering of standards, set so high.
We chase the image, flawless and thin,
Bound by the cage society’s built within.

The magazines tell tales of beauty’s creed,
A flawless face, a figure to succeed.
Yet under the makeup, and sculpted form,
Lies a soul, craving to be reborn.

We wear masks to fit the mold,
Afraid our true selves will be too bold.
But beauty’s essence is found within,
In the smile, the heart, the light that’s been.

So break the chains, let true beauty flow,
The world needs the real you, to glow.
For in your imperfections, you will see,
True beauty is simply being free.