Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve become quite the ‘plant mom’ as one would say. I’ve been accumulating all sorts of different plants, some I can barely pronounce the name of correctly but that’s not that point, the point is is that I LOVE THEM. It’s been a rather new experience for me learning what works for certain plants and what doesn’t work for others. Some of them need time and space for themselves in order to grow, whereas others need nearly daily caring for or else they will wilt away and start to brown. Now please, I do ask that you bare with me here because all of this is going to make a whole lot of sense very soon. In the few weeks that I’ve been nurturing my beautiful green babies, I’ve started to realize that those green leafy specimens and I are quite similar. They’ll be growing and thriving spectacularly with no splits in their ends and no blemishes on their leaves until one day the sun comes up and they’ve acquired a few coffee-colored freckles on their surface. Some would give up on them right here and now but I can recognize that it’s just the time that they’re in. Perhaps I gave them too much water or maybe I didn't water them enough but regardless, I’ll keep trying, they’re still growing. You have to keep in mind what season they’re in, of course, that will always play a part in their growth. For me, I have a few freckles on my leaves and a few splits in my ends. What can I do when the water is overflowing and the sun is too hot? It overwhelms me and I drown or burn in what I cannot control. My time isn’t up though, I’m still growing. People tend to call a plant with brown or yellow freckles things like ‘ugly’ or ‘listless’ but I don’t know if you’ve ever snipped that browning leaf off, for behind is a stem holding so much life in it, it’s wild. However, when snipping that leaf off oftentimes it can cause the whole stem to brown off and die.
I’m a plant, (It's 2018 if I wanna be a plant I think I can be a silly plant) some of my leaves are wilted and perhaps even ripped but I’m still wildly free and blooming on the inside. A hole or a bruise does not mean you cannot live on. There is excellence surpassing what only the eye is capable of seeing. There is beauty in my holes and my fissures. The freckles do not make my leaves or my pedals any less beautiful or alive, it just makes them that much more real. You can be imperfect and still be beautiful. The imperfections will always be there but if you’re merely just snipping them away you’re only going to be making yourself smaller and smaller. And who are you to deem the places on someone's body from the time in their life that —in which you could never possibly understand from just the outer display— ‘ugly’ or ‘tiresome’?
I am a blooming sunflower growing in a wildflower field where the rainfall and sunshine know just when to come. Please do not snip my leaves.