Mirror once held borrowed sight
Shaped by others wrong and right
Eyes learned truth through steady gaze
Self rose clear from clouded haze
No more shrinking to belong
No apology for strong
Beauty lives where truth begins
Not in filtered borrowed skins
Look with mercy calm and wise
See the life behind the eyes
Every scar a sacred page
Every line a blessed age
Meet your gaze with steady grace
Learn the soul behind your face
Worth arrives when masks depart—
True reflection owns its heart