Flowers are Cliché

Growing up, I hated flowers.

I told myself they were cliché.

I never understood why we seemed to measure love, worth, or importance by the number of bouquets we received.

I thought they were too girly for me anyway. Too basic & predictable.

To me, they all looked the same.

So why bother slowing down long enough to notice the differences?

Why pay attention to the curve of each petal, the stubbornness of each stem, the way every fragrance carries its own quiet memory?

And honestly, don’t even get me started on how expensive they are.

But the more I heal, the more I grow, the more I learn myself beyond survival, the more I realize..

it was never about the flowers.

Somewhere along the way, the world started calling it the 'soft girl' era as if learning to enjoy beautiful things somehow makes a person fragile.

But why?

Why does appreciating beauty get mistaken for weakness?

Why are flowers considered soft?

Flowers survive impossible seasons.

They return after storms.

They bloom in places no one expected them to.

They bend without breaking.

They are wild and delicate all at once.

Bold & unrepeatable.

And the more I allow myself to actually stop and soak them in without rushing past them, without dismissing them, without pretending I’m above them, the more I understand something deeper within myself too.

It was never about the flowers.

Maybe that’s why femininity has always been compared to them.

Not because women are meant to be soft in the way the world defines softness, but because both know what it means to endure.

To be resilient, bold, unique. To be one of a kind.

And maybe healing looks a little like allowing yourself to finally notice the beauty you once refused to see because the world taught you it made you weak.

And now,

I can finally say,

flowers have become my favorite part of the day.