Isn't it strange and sweet how, even as humans, we're like flowers? Fragile. Delicate. If you're too beautiful, the world forces you to bloom before you're ready. Or it plucks you from the very soil that kept you alive, telling you you're going to better places, when really you're just being used. Somehow, that's all been normalised.
And if you don't fit their idea of beauty, if you're seen as ugly, you're met with hate instead.
Still, our longing to be loved is so strong that we forget something important. Being hated isn't everything. Sometimes, it just means you refused to become what they wanted.