Black Butterfly

When I think of all that I am, the first thing that comes to mind is a black butterfly. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one before and if not, that’s sorta the point. They’re different, set apart – one may admire it because it’s rare to see. I’m the black butterfly.

I’ve noticed throughout my life that I’ve never seemed to fit in. It doesn’t matter if it was family or friends, I was always set apart. I used to view this as a bad thing because I always was alone. Not because people didn’t want to be associated with me, but because I wasn’t a follower. I never followed trends and still to this day it remains the same. One is sure to stick out when they don’t look like everyone else. As a child, this can be very difficult as you’re trying to find who you are and where you belong. It took me a while to figure this out, even as an adult.

I was never the girl that had a huge group of friends or all the hottest guys down my back. I am the type of person that you have to get to know, to see all the beauty that I encompass. If one was sure to find me buried in my zone, they were due to have found a black butterfly. I think of black butterflies at this point. It doesn’t have all the nice fancy colors and won’t be admire by many. But it takes a select few to really zone in on its beauty and foreign nature.

Have you seen a black butterfly before? What were your first thoughts?

9 thoughts on “Black Butterfly

  1. I’ve never given myself a title, but after reading this I will say I’m a black butterfly as well. It was extremely hard growing up being all alone all of the time because it’s like you think differently from everyone else. It’s easier for me now because I have kids lol or I’ll escape into writing or reading a good book. At this moment even school helps. It’s really not a bad thing though. That’s what I love about blogging…I thought I was different in some ways, but reading other blogs makes me realize there are people out there like me.

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  2. “I am the type of person that you have to get to know, to see all the beauty that I encompass.” This is for sure me, I don’t mind opening up but I’ve never belonged to a group. I’m glad you’re not one who beats themselves up about not fitting in, it’s great to be different or in your words “a black butterfly”. Great read🦋

    P.S. I’ve never seen a black butterfly

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  3. “I’ve noticed throughout my life that I’ve never seemed to fit in. It doesn’t matter if it was family or friends, I was always set apart. I used to view this as a bad thing because I always was alone. Not because people didn’t want to be associated with me, but because I wasn’t a follower. “ I identify with these words so much. This is my whole life even at 35!

    Ps I have seen many black butterflies at the butterfly museum in dallas. They are lovely!

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  4. Wow, this was deep! I like how you personalized the black butterfly and it’s features to your life. I have not seen a black butterfly before (that can remember) but I can agree to its beauty based on the photos

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  5. I am, myself, a black butterfly for as long as I can remember. At the age of 5, I prefer to play alone rather than tagging along with the other girls, because I think they have too many dramas.

    In university, I have my cliques, but I did not let them control me to always be wherever whenever with them. I let them know I’ll catch up when I’m in the mood, but there will be times that I just want to be alone and do my stuff.

    Black butterflies are indeed unique and loved by those who know them 🙂

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