In the mirror’s gaze, reflections speak,The whispers of the world, harsh and bleak.A canvas of stories, each line and scar,Told by voices that echo near and far.Beneath the surface, a heart beats strong,Struggling to find where it belongs.Each comment a ripple in the soul’s deep sea,Longing for acceptance, to simply be free.The shadows dance with every glance,In a world that often forgets to chance.To see beyond the skin, the shape, the size,To embrace the spirit that never lies.Yet in the silence, strength is found,A quiet resilience that stands unbound.For beauty blooms in every form,A reminder that all storms transform.