Straight-shouldered, poised, turned slightly to the side, She views the mirror with a quiet pride. These her proportions, her familiar face, Her bearing with its simple youthful grace, May not be perfect in each viewer's eye, But they are hers. Let him who will decry Some feature as too large, or some too small. This is her body, and not his, withall. She'll not apologize, she'll not feel shame For not refashioning herself to be the same As any other woman. She alone Is measure of the form to which she's grown. They call it self-posession, and it's true: She owns herself, as no one else can do.