In the mirror, I see a world untold,
A canvas painted with stories bold.
Each curve and line, a tale of grace,
In this body, I find my place.

Whispers of doubt once clouded my sight,
Shadows of judgment, stealing the light.
Yet in the silence, I learned to hear,
The voice within, gentle and clear.

With every breath, I learn to see,
The beauty in what is truly me.
Not bound by standards, nor by mold,
But in the spirit, unbroken and bold.

So here I stand, in the light of day,
Embracing the skin in which I stay.
A journey of love, a gentle embrace,
In my own reflection, I find my grace.