Every day, a lovely flower silently wakes and heads to a worn-out mirror. She takes a first look at herself and holds back tears, touching undesirable petals and flaws that have dreadfully cursed her.

You see, every day she does this — even on weekends — because to her, she is nothing compared to the other perfect wildflowers that sit elegantly with one another. She wishes that someday, love might also come upon her.

So night and day she thinks:

I wish I were pretty. With petals like honey, and a stem so mesmerizing.

Desperately and constantly, she grabs her veil, covering every inch of her face until it is drowned enough for her to almost feel sane.

Once she is done, arms aching, petals screaming, she sees her most envied — and she cries at a pond, for all she wants is for someone to look at her and be fond.

She goes to sleep and wakes for another dreary morning. But when she goes to her worn-out mirror, her veil is lost.

She searches and searches for something to cover herself, but finds nothing to hide her petals. Forced to return to the field of perfect wildflowers, she nervously walks, trying not to meet anyone’s gaze or start any small talk.

Her petals droop low when a mysterious flower meets her gaze — and he smiles in awe. She is confused by this type of praise.

Suddenly, he walks to her, shy as a bird, and nervously exclaims,

“Sorry to bother — but your petals are just so beautiful, I can’t help but falter.”

Her heart sinks, and she looks up at him.

“But… my petals are different — nothing close to pretty. I stand out like a weed compared to the other gorgeous wildflowers I wish to be.”

The boy looks at her, confused by her remark, for he has never seen a flower that gave him such a spark.

“Sometimes standing out and being different shows the most beauty, for you have a gorgeous uniqueness to you — truly.”

Suddenly, her petals lit up bright, for at last someone had loved her — and now, no one could ever steal her might.