In the eyes of society, she is a reflection,
An image molded, adjusted to perfection,
But inside her, there is a soul
That does not fit the mirror's mold.
With each curve, a judgment,
With each imperfection, a harsh critique,
She tries to be who she is, but the world insists
On telling her what she should be, what will never be enough.
The mirror does not reflect her essence,
True beauty lies in her soul,
And facing the world, with courage in her eyes,
She understands that being herself is her greatest triumph.
But she looks at herself, and deep inside, she finds herself,
She understands that true beauty is beyond,
And though the world tries to make her a mirror,
She decides to be her own definition, her own essence,
Because in her heart, she knows: her beauty is freedom.
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