In a world that prizes perfection, she felt like a sin,
A soul trapped in a body, where shame did spin.
Her reflection in the mirror, a face so thin,
She saw a stranger, not the beauty within.
Her heart raced as she hid behind a mask-
A shield of makeup, a disguise to ask.
For love and acceptance, but never found,
The courage to embrace her true form profound.
But one day, she realized, she didn’t need to hide,
To conform to society’s expectations, she could reside.
In her own skin, with all its imperfections and might,
She found strength in vulnerability, a new light.