In the mirror, whispers of beauty’s call,
Standards set by shadows on the wall.
Faces molded by unseen hands,
Chasing dreams through shifting sands.

Eyes that judge, hearts that weigh,
Who defines the price we pay?
Perfection’s mask, a fleeting veil,
In truth’s light, it starts to pale.

Beyond the gloss, the painted grace,
Lies the soul’s untouched embrace.
Break the chains, let spirit soar,
Beauty’s essence is so much more.

Rise above the crafted lies,
See yourself through honest eyes.
Beauty’s standard, yours to set,
In self-love, the truest bet.