About 8 years ago, I took my first trip to the west coast. As I drove and camped my way through Oregon and Washington state, I was surrounded by beautiful wildflowers. In particular, I remember driving down the highway and seeing bright fuchsia foxgloves, tiny purple asters, and so many other colorful flowers I had never seen before!
All I could think about was their natural beauty. No one put them there or groomed them to look a certain way. Their diversity in color, shape, and size was celebrated as they brightened my experience of life in that moment.
For me, wildflowers have become a symbol of body diversity and self acceptance. Every time I see these flowers I am reminded that we are all unique and intricate beings shaped by our life experiences. And, we are absolutely perfect, exactly as we are.