Sacred Reflection

I was never meant to be a carbon copy.
Not a softened version,
not a filtered frame,
not a perfected script of someone else’s comfort.

I was designed by something ancient —
holy,
wild,
specific.

My curves, my bones, my breath —
this is not random.
This is sacred architecture.
This is soul in form.

They told me beauty had rules.
They told me worth had a size,
a tone,
a gender,
a role.

They were wrong.

I am not beautiful because I fit.
I am beautiful because I am.

Because I wake with stardust in my blood.
Because I laugh like thunder.
Because I weep with the sky.
Because I dare to be real in a world of masks.

Let them keep their boxes.
I was born for belonging without borders.
I was born to look into my own eyes
and say:

"Welcome home.
You are beautiful.
You are enough.
You always were."