Standing before the mirror's gaze,
A girl in clothes that fit just right,
She tries to think, her eyes ablaze,
Yet spots a blemish, dimming her light.
Questions swirl in her mind's embrace,
As doubts begin to take their hold,
"Am I deemed attractive? Am I kind?
Will my flaws leave me alone in the cold?"
And then she realizes ,
Beauty's not about
The surface flaws that lead to demise.
For within her heart beats pure,
Radiating warmth and grace untold,
In her soul, an everlast lure,
A beauty that cannot be bought and sold.
She's more than what eyes perceive,
A masterpiece of love and light,
Embracing flaws with humility,
And shining with inner might.
