The Real Cie shared this picture and text on our Encouragement in a Discouraging World page.
When I was a child, the animals I loved most were butterflies and cats. When I saw this picture I thought "that's me, the Butterfly Queen!" Then with sadness I realized, this couldn't be me. I don't look like that picture. I'm not pretty, thin, or young.
But what if the Butterfly Queen wasn't pretty, thin, or young? What if she was middle-aged, fat, and plain? Does this detract from the beauty in her soul?
This world focuses too much on external beauty. Sometimes people miss knowing lovely people who aren't particularly pretty outside but whose souls are amazing.
~Cie~
I'm not going to clutter up Cie's message by overanalyzing it. She's right.
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