I don't really like that simile as beautiful as a butterfly. We're so mesmerized by the facade of the insect that we don't realize beyond the wings butterflies are quite ugly. I wonder if butterflies think and if they do would they want to be beautiful all around. A butterfly would be so pretty if it could shed away the unsightly parts of its body like a snake rejuvenating itself. I wouldn't want a beauty that can be taken away by the swift pluck by a hand as my redeeming feature. I wish I could shed the disfigurement of my body. Then maybe the butterflies and I would be lovely. Our redeeming feature wouldn't have to mask the other features because we would be all around perfect. I’m afraid that if someone looks up close at me they'll see the things I’m hiding away with sweaters and jeans. My clothing are my wings but sometimes I wish I could take them off and still know that all around, inside and out I’m perfect.