You Belong Among the Wildflowers: A Sacred Reclamation of Beauty

There’s a certain kind of beauty that hums quietly in the soul, one that doesn’t ask to be seen, but simply is. It isn’t loud. It doesn’t demand. It doesn’t parade itself as something to conquer or chase. And yet, it’s the kind that transforms everything it touches.

This is the beauty I’ve always found most compelling. The kind I’ve admired in other women, those who walk with a gentle grace, a soft glow that seems to come from some wellspring of deep truth. These women, like wildflowers, don’t bloom for applause. They bloom because it is their nature.

For much of my life, I feared beauty. Not in the world, but in myself. I confused admiration with objectification. I confused being seen with being consumed. I saw how beauty was used; marketed, weaponized, desired but rarely honored. And so, I learned to tuck mine away, wrapping it in layers of modesty and self-effacement. I internalized stories that told me to downplay, to dim, to defer.

But beauty is not something to be feared. It is not a threat, not a weapon, not a bargaining chip.

Beauty is a birthright.

And in the quiet of my days, through the rhythm of water in the shower, the hush of leaves speaking in the wind, and the subtle poetry of music shared in the ethers, I’ve begun to reclaim it. Not just as something to be appreciated, but as something to live from.

A phrase came to me recently, carried on the current of memory: You belong among the wildflowers. It was a song once gifted to me from another with whom I share a bond in truth, but now it feels like a message from the plants themselves, whispering that beauty is not vanity. It is vitality. It is nature herself, expressing through us. We are no less sacred than petals on a bloom.

We are meant to be seen, not for ego’s sake, but for Truth’s.

This reclamation of beauty is not about comparison, not about rising above anyone else. It’s about rising with; with other women, with the earth, with the self we once kept hidden. It’s about looking in the mirror and finally, finally seeing a home for soul.

And so, I share this, not as a declaration but as an offering. A remembering.

You, too, belong among the wildflowers.