They are the nervous flutters in your stomach, the indication of attraction, excitement, and desire.
They are beauty and grace. Their wings vary in colors, and they glisten in the sun.
As much beauty as they have they also go through hardship, struggle, yet they endure.
People will look, stare and see nothing to adore. They may call you ugly, funny looking, or look away. They don’t think much of your presence. You draw into yourself, hide yourself from their glares. You endure the taunts, the jabs, the cruelty. They are like barbs thrown at your skin. You shield from the hurt inside your cocoon. You try not to let it consume you. You keep working inside of yourself. Learning to love what resides inside more than the outside. You are milling along, working, surviving.
Then something in begins to take shape. The jabs they threw at you have made you stronger. With your strength you break through the cocoon you made to protect yourself. The place that confined you now is defining you , learned so much for those days inside that cocoon. Now you are ready to break through the confines of this space. A small sliver of a wing comes out, then expands.
They are amazed at the colors of your skin, the radiance you exude. Each move and wiggle is a victory, breaking off the pain those people pushed on you.
Before long the cocoon is nothing but lingering skin. All that is left is you. You stretch, you pull and spread yourself out wide. The barbs those people threw at you have made you stronger, and wiser. You will never forget how they treat you but you won’t let it define you. You have a new stride now. A new glow.. a new you. I am a new creature, a woman reborn, a butterfly broken free from her cocoon. A diva, a hustler, Lauren Hope Mena Compton AKA COMPTON AKA LC AKA Lauren Hope. I am a butterfly.
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