Why I Refuse to Stop Wearing Flower Crowns
Flower crowns get a bad rap. With their girly, try-hard aesthetic, flower crowns–both IRL and on Snapchat–turn the wearer into a walking punch line. Thing is, I don't care. The real ones smell like a sexy garden, they're lightweight, and they don't mess with my hair the way that dad hats do.
I'll admit that most things about festival culture need to delete their accounts. Inappropriate use of Native American headgear. Denim cutoffs shorter than your underwear. Actually going to festivals. ALL TERRIBLE THINGS. But I can't comprehend why an innocent little wreath of flowers makes people so angry.
Every time I wear a flower crown, I get a compliment from a stranger. You know that rosy glow the Snapchat flower crown filter gives you? For me, that actually happens IRL. But the bottom line is: I look f*cking gorgeous in a flower crown. Please see below for proof.
Here I am, not wearing a flower crown:
Meh, fine.
Here I am, wearing a flower crown.
I look like an angel tbh.
Anyway, I love flower crowns and I don't care if you hate them or stare at me on the subway when I wear one to a random Saturday brunch.
You know who else just can't quit flower crowns?
Boom. Good enough for Beyoncé. Game over.
