Looking in the mirror, I shrink back at what I see,
This fearful, anxious girl could this thing really be me?
I look into my eyes; I see the pain and insecurities.
“Who would want me”, I ask “tarnished with baggage and impurities?”
Like a rain from up above, dance has come into my life.
It has provided me with comfort in the waves of daily strife.
But, I have to realize, through all this shifting sand
Dance is just a thing, and not really who I am.
Self-confidence it gives, in any form necessary.
But dance, to my dismay, is only temporary.
The dance floor is within, I must carry its joy with me.
I must walk with good self-confidence, shining for all to see.
I am beautiful because I live, not because I dance.
I am beautiful because I love, let this be my stance.