Your body is a temple, pure and bright, A sacred vessel, shining in the light. It bears the mark of your soul's grace, And holds the beauty of your sacred space.

But oft, we're told we must conform, And meet the standards set by the norm. We're told that beauty lies in certain lines, And those that differ must be redefined.

But hold your head up high and know your worth, For you are more than what the world deems your girth. You are a masterpiece, unique and true, A work of art, that shines in every hue.

So let your body be a canvas bright, And paint upon it colors of delight. For you are worthy, just as you are, And every curve and line, a work of art.

So hold your head up high and dance with pride, For you are worthy, in every stride. And though the world may judge, remember this, Your body is a temple, worthy of a bliss.

Sam Garvin