In the silence of the mirror’s gaze,
Whispers echo, untamed and bold,
They carve their mark on tender souls,
A story of beauty, left untold.

Each word a shadow, lingering long,
A melody of doubt, a haunting song,
Yet beneath the surface, strength resides,
Defying the storm, where truth abides.

The scars of words, they slowly fade,
Replaced by courage, self-love displayed,
Embrace the form, each curve and line,
In every flaw, a beauty shines.

Rise above the echoing jeers,
For in your heart, true beauty appears,
Let whispers fade, let voices cease,
Find in yourself, a lasting peace.