I saw a portrait of a woman
A woman who I strive to be
I fell in love with her strength and beauty
Those two things never existed in me
I saw this portrait everyday
Stopped and stared, loved the details
She looked at me in such a gentle way
I sat down and told her all my tales
The more I visited, the more she became blurry
I started to think if she would disappear
The day she vanished, I no longer felt worry
But a mix of freedom, pride and fear
This is a tale of my long journey
Through self hate, until I treated myself dearer
This is a revolutionary story
About when that painting finally became a mirror