They made a dandelion out of her by burdening her with the weight of a thousand wishes. They thought that the weight would make her bow. But it didn't. Despite the fact that her dandelion shoulders sag, she still stands tall.
They don't like the plain whites and light yellows that constitute her. Plain whites and light yellows are the colours of resilience and it scares them. And so, they try to mask her dandelion spirit by calling her a flower. They try to cover up her dandelion spirit by asking her to put on a mask of societal acceptance that'll make her look like a sun yellow marigold, ready to be put in a glass vase. But she doesn't belong there and she never will. She can never be confined within a vase, for she is friends with the wind and the wind will always carry her away. She carries freedom in her veins and the endless meadow in her heart. She's a dandelion, remember? She's wild.