I spent years trying to disappear,
and somehow ended up finding myself instead.
In reflections I used to avoid,
I now see the small revolutions
a curve of a smile,
One that i once thought was crooked.
Counting flaws as if something forbidden,
Maybe beauty isn’t a mirror thing,
maybe it’s the courage to be seen.
every imperfection keeping small truths
and in the right light,
I finally look like someone I could love.
Someone who was allowed to hold
the mirror steady,
and see the sky looking back.
one who doesnt flinch or shrink under another's gaze,
I’ve learned that beauty isn’t found
it’s remembered, piece by piece,
in the soft corners of becoming.
And maybe that’s enough,
to stand here, seen,
finally whole,
and call it love.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
I spent years trying to disappear,
and somehow ended up finding myself instead.
In reflections I used to avoid,
I now see the small revolutions
a curve of a smile,
One that i once thought was crooked.
Counting flaws as if something forbidden,
Maybe beauty isn’t a mirror thing,
maybe it’s the courage to be seen.
every imperfection keeping small truths
and in the right light,
I finally look like someone I could love.
Someone who was allowed to hold
the mirror steady,
and see the sky looking back.
one who doesnt flinch or shrink under another's gaze,
I’ve learned that beauty isn’t found
it’s remembered, piece by piece,
in the soft corners of becoming.
And maybe that’s enough,
to stand here, seen,
finally whole,
and call it love.