I stand before you, mirror,
A reflection, a truth-teller,
In your silver embrace, I find
The parts of me I left behind.
Once, your gaze felt harsh, unkind,
A judge of flaws, a critic blind.
But now I see, with eyes anew,
The beauty in what I once despised
The curve of my smile, once too wide,
Now a banner of joy, I wear with pride.
The scars, the stories etched on my skin,
Each one a testament to where I’ve been.
The softness, the strength, the way I stand,
All parts of me, crafted by my own hand.
I trace the lines, the curves, the grace,
Each one a poem, a love song in space.
The parts of me I shunned, ignored,
Now cherished, treasured, adored.
The voice inside, once filled with doubt,
Now sings with love, a triumphant shout.
I see the light in my own eyes,
A spark, a fire, a sunrise.
The journey to love, a winding road,
But worth every step, every heavy load.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
I see myself, I stand tall.
No longer hiding, no longer small,
I love the parts I once saw as flaws.
I am whole, I am enough,
In your reflection, I learn to trust.
The mirror, a friend, a guide, a muse,
A reminder that self-love is mine to choose.
In this glass, I find my truth,
A reflection, a love, a lifelong proof.
So here I stand, in your gentle light,
Loving all of me, a beautiful sight.
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