Alice often get comments on her visual beauty. Long curly hair with hues of red and blonde in the sun, she was quite lucky to have very authentic and unique features. But sometimes, she wished the world saw more than what meets the eye. She considers herself skilled in art, with painting being her favorite. She can express herself in a way without words, she can say a million things in just one of her paintings.

Recently, Alice painted a beautiful butterfly fluttering through tall meadows and wildflowers. It looked stunning, especially with the colors she chose for the butterfly. Sunset orange fading into a happy yellow on its wings and a dark brown torso, it was a perfect contrast. It was a very aesthetically pleasing painting, but it made her feel.. disingenuous.

Butterflies are beautiful creatures that glide through the air with ease and grace, just as the world sees Alice. But she doesn’t feel like a butterfly. She said to herself “I am not a butterfly, I am a moth”, never recognized for true beauty. Alice wishes to be recognized for her heart and optimism about the world, that her beauty is merely luck. As even on the darkest of nights, moths will always find the light.