Many of you know this story I shared several months ago that explains my love of butterflies. So keep it in mind as you read this post.
A couple of weeks ago, I was in my living room when I looked out the big window to see a lovely yellow swallowtail butterfly fluttering around the tall plants outside the window. Naturally it made me happy, as butterflies always remind me of my granddad, who I adore & still miss even though he’s been gone for 12 years now. I kept watching the butterfly & realized something looked different. I took a bunch of pictures from inside the house (was afraid if I went outside, it’d spook him away) & in the pictures, I could see the butterfly had a damaged wing. A few more pictures revealed the other wing was also very damaged. I was stunned! The butterfly flew so much like any other butterfly, it was hard to notice there was a problem. And, I realized that this butterfly was just as beautiful as his counterparts whose wings were whole. Actually, to me, he was even more beautiful since he carried on in spite of his injuries.
I’ve been thinking of this butterfly off & on since that day. Butterflies inspire me, as you can tell. In fact, I created The Butterfly Project as a result of the inspiration. (Please check it out. I believe it will bless you.)
That butterfly was such a wonderful reminder that in spite of damage, one can still be beautiful. This turned my mind to other victims of maternal narcissism. So many of us feel ugly because we were told we were ugly. Ugly inside & out. That is not the truth though! The only ugly person is the one who abuses other people, especially her own child. You are not ugly, Dear Reader, in any way! Your narcissistic mother was dead wrong about that!
Also, the butterfly with the damaged wings was still able to function. Yes, he flew a little differently than others, but different doesn’t equal bad. The same thing goes for you, Dear Reader. You may be a bit different because of having survived narcissistic abuse, but that doesn’t mean you are bad. It simply means that you, like that butterfly, survived something that was meant to destroy you.
Here are some pictures of my precious butterfly visitor that day for you to enjoy…