I sit and marvel at my face,
a masterpiece of time and grace.
These eyes, twin pools of honeyed light,
hold secrets deep, yet burning bright.
My nose, a slope both soft and strong,
fits perfectly where it belongs.
These lips ah, yes a cherry bloom,
speak kindness while they light a room.
My curves, my lines, my gentle art
each part plays its essential part.
These legs, two pillars firm and free,
carry the woman I chose to be.
I love myself, my stretch marks, scars,
I’m my own sun, my own north star.
No passing judgment bends my frame
I wear my name like a war cry, fame.
The mirror whispers, “You’re a queen.”
I wink and say, “I’ve always been.”
And though the world spins fast and wild,
I kiss my shadow
reconciled.