That akward ketchup stain that were always self-concious about.

You tried to wash it out but it wouldn't come out no matter how much you scrubbed.

You grew iresome when those around you question about it. You wished they would pretend it didn't exist.

It became what everyone knew you for, so you hid away hoping no one would see you.

You even ran away from everyone.

Then one day you look down and gaze upon the prettiest abstract flower you're eyes ever gazed upon.

It's maturity from stain, has opened a new door to you.

Now you must share it's beauty with the world!