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A rose’s beauty
Reflecting on beauty and womanhood
It’s Valentine’s Day.
This marks the fifth one I’ve had with Michael.
I’d told him before that as a concept, I hated cut flowers.
But today, he got me a single rose, and that made me so happy.
I used to despise the idea of women’s beauty being like a rose whose stem had been cut.
They blossom and flourish once, and soon enough, the petals wilt and dry out.
From youth, we move towards aging and closer to death.
I think this is something to embrace, though. It’s nature’s natural course.
Although to me, seeing Michelle Yeoh’s rise to fame later in life has me wondering: perhaps I can age gracefully, too. With people who live until their 90s nowadays, I’m only a third of the way, too.
Perhaps I will bloom in my own time.
Or maybe I’m already blooming.
