the flower girl

I have always ached to be the flower girl.

pretty in pictures,

voice like honey,

she always has a smile on her sweet face.

she carries herself with kindness and grace.

I want to stop oversharing,

how can I not be overbearing?

how does the flower girl maintain her place?

For all of my life I have been jealous of the nice girl. She comes from a loving family and she has a clean house. Her mom cooks dinner most nights and she has a lunch everyday. She gets her nails done and she has an aesthetic wardrobe. Her life isn’t perfect but you really wouldn’t know. She’s sweet to strangers and she hugs instead of handshakes.

When I was a girl I used to pick bouquets of weeds and wildflowers from my backyard until there were none left. I have always loved the bright colors and the organic beauty.

It was while working at a flower shop that I learned the importance of trimming stems and refreshing water. I learned how to spot which flowers had only a few days and which would last.

Flowers have a certain raw beauty to them. But they still need a loving touch to flourish once they have been plucked from the ground.

When I was younger, I truly believed some people were born better. I would never be the flower girl, I wasn’t pretty or proper enough. But the truth is, I could be the flower girl. I just didn’t know the proper care for my own soul.

This year I have decided I want to become the flower girl. I have set a goal of talking to a stranger face-to-face each day. While I take care of my own flowers I also want to water others.