These flowers are beautiful.
They aren’t perfect. They’re a little frayed around the edges. They’re faded in spots.
But, while that makes them much more interesting, it doesn’t make them less beautiful. It might make them MORE beautiful. We see they have lived and survived sh*t and are still brightening up the world around them.
You and I are beautiful also. We’re not perfect. No one is. But we ARE beautiful.
(big hugs)
