To The Child I Once Was

The mirror is no longer our foe,
Our eyes hold kindness for our reflection.
We no longer look for perfection;
We rather hold our flaws with grace,
Our skin now feels like our own.

There is a lightness in our step,
We have learned to carry the heaviness.
Instead of running or hiding,
We face what we feel,
We have befriended our heart.

The shame is muted,
We are at peace with our humanity.
Our past is ours,
Our scars are ours,
The future is also ours, with all its uncertainty.

Laughter is now our balm,
It has become easier;
To laugh at ourselves,
At our absurd longings,
At our own hubris.