Aren’t these flowers beautiful? And what I find even more beautiful is that they revel in being their authentic selves. You wouldn’t imagine a yellow flower wishing it was red or blue? Equally, we don’t look at them and think, yes, you are pretty, but you’d be even prettier if you were purple. We accept their beauty as it is.
I’d like to come to the point in life where I’d accept myself for all my colours, exactly as they are.