A Daisy Does Not Pretend to Be a Rose

Most of the time, I feel like collapsing in on myself. I feel like folding myself up into a small box and staying there, sitting in a corner of some back room, never to be opened again. You wouldn’t know this by looking at my Facebook, or my Instagram, or by even talking to me on the street. I hide it well and I always have.


It’s a complicated thing and it comes and goes in waves. It’s just the steady tide of life. I lay in bed for hours with no motivation for life at all and then sometimes I’m on top of the world, running around doing everything my heart desires.


It’s a drastic whirlwind of ups and downs and sometimes I just get a little dizzy. What I’m trying to say is that I never want anyone to think I’m some perfect person; that my life is easy and that I’m full of happiness and I never have a bad day, because that’s just not the case.


Perfection is unrealistic, so get that one out of your head first. I pluck my uni-brow every morning and whiten my teeth. I fight what I believe to be imperfections on my body everyday. I trip and fall all over the place, I have the scars to prove it. I don’t have tons of money and I don’t have a super nice car. I’m average and I’m plain and there is nothing wrong with that. I am who I want to be and that is what makes me happy.


If you are a daisy, then don’t pretend to be a rose. You will never be happy. Daisies are just as beautiful as roses. You have to take what you have and make it yours. You have to refine your skills and your challenges. Never stop growing and never stop accepting yourself little by little every single day.


You need to know you are beautiful. You need to know you are strong. You need to know you are capable. You need to know you are good enough.


We don’t tell ourselves these things enough and we end up mistreating ourselves or allowing others to mistreat us as a result. If you are ever around people who make you feel like you have to be a rose, then leave. Don’t ever trap yourself in a lie, especially if you don’t even want to live it.


Be a daisy, even if you have to do it alone.


See you again,


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