In the mirror’s reflection, I see a revolution,
A quiet storm brewing, a personal evolution.
In the cacophony of voices, I find my own,
A melody of self-love, a tune I’ve never known.

A gentle reminder, a soft, persistent echo—
“Choose me,” it says, “amidst the chaos and clamor,
Choose me, and let your spirit glow.”

The Journey Within

Once, I wandered paths paved by others,
Footsteps heavy with expectations and dreams not my own.
I wore their aspirations like ill-fitting clothes,
And in the mirror, I saw a stranger’s face, unknown.

But now, I stand at the crossroads of my soul,
A place where my essence can finally unfurl.
I choose the road less travelled, paved with self-love,
A journey where my true colours can swirl.

Reclaiming My Voice

With each step, I reclaim my voice,
A symphony of thoughts, desires, and hopes.
I weave words into a tapestry of my choosing,
A narrative where I am both the writer and the prose.

No longer will I barter my worth for approval,
For in my heart, I’ve found a sanctuary.
I choose me—my flaws, my strengths, my truths,
A harmonious blend of vulnerability and bravery.

Embracing the Wholeness

I embrace the wholeness of my being,
The light and shadow that dance in my core.
For in choosing myself, I honor the person I am,
Bound by love, not by the chains I wore.

A Promise to Myself

So here I stand, a promise whispered on the wind,
To cherish this life, to nurture my dreams.
I choose me, a decision woven with intention,
A declaration that forever redeems.

And as the world spins on its relentless axis,
I’ll hold onto this truth with all my might—
Choosing me is not an act of selfishness,
But a beacon that guides me through the night.

Choose me, I say, with courage and grace,
For in choosing myself, I’ve found my place.

Love Aicha [eye-sha]

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