Once, mirrors were Medusa’s stare,
Turning smiles to petrified fear,
Every wrinkle, freckle, a flaw to bear,
Whispering whispers in my ear.

Tightly woven shrouds of “not enough,”
Draped upon my trembling form,
Yearning for the perfect bluff,
A borrowed beauty in the storm.

But days grew softer, light turned kind,
Sunbeams kissed my hesitant behind,
A whisper, “This is where you’ll find
The masterpiece yet to understand.”

Now, skin’s a map of laughter’s lines,
Of stardust sprinkled in my eyes,
A symphony of flaws combined,
My own fierce anthem to the sky.

So, love yourself before it’s late,
Unfurl your phoenix from the ash,
Let every scar and freckle say,
“I bloom, I breathe, I rise, I crash.”