I used to chase the mirror’s grace,
Looking for love in a stranger’s face.
Tried to fit in, trimmed my soul to size
Buried my truth just to feel “alright.”

I wore their words like second skin,
Let shame decide the shape I'm in.
But no one told me healing starts
When you sit with your aching, fractured parts.

So I whispered soft to the girl inside,
The one I used to run from, hide.
I told her, “You’re not too loud, too much
You’re real, you’re raw, you’re brave as such.”

I stopped apologizing for the way I feel.
Started peeling back the masks I sealed.
Let my flaws breathe, gave my past a name,
Not broken
just beautifully untamed.

Acceptance ain't a finish line
It's the art of choosing me each time.
When I'm quiet, when I rage,
When I doubt, when I’m center stage.

Now I don’t ask to shrink or change.
I love this soul, a little strange.
She’s not perfect, but she’s finally free
And that’s enough for me to be me.