The metamorphosis from a chasm of doubt to noting my pure beauty
Was the first thing that altered when I chose to unveil my eyes from false pretenses.
As I let go of my worldly standards, I became free and alive.
I was no longer a puppet of a materialistic master
Shoving false norms of a woman’s archetypal duties and appearances down my throat.
With a change of heart and from a new perspective,
I saw, in a new light, my own being.
Reflections: no more being the devil's doorway to derision,
But the elegance and beauty of a princess.
The make-up no longer covered my flaws but accentuated my allurement.
I no longer needed compliments or stares from afar to confirm this.
I know who I am, and I embrace it.
I know who I am, and I love it.