[ WP ] A butterfly is trying to convince a moth that they are also beautiful

Honey, your abdomen so fine, I bet you get all the attention in the ‘ hood. Just look at that cabbage patch over there—see that boy all flexin ’ his thorax? M-hm, you can just tell what ’ s on his mind. 
 
 “ You c-can? ” moused the moth, her wispy voice squeaking. She didn ’ t have much confidence in herself: a thick body, short pale wings with dull scales. She was a glutton in a past life, and a dullard attracted to bright lights and smelly plants in this one. She couldn ’ t see any of the good in herself, but the way the butterfly built her up was having an effect. 
 
 “ Oh honey, you just know it! ” The butterfly said, twirling out her big black beautiful proboscis. “ Look—you ’ re probably lookin ’ at my bright scales, those orange, yellows and blacks and thinkin ’ that you got the short end of the stick. You see my long antennae and small body and you wonder how anyone could be fascinated by anything else. But let me tell you, girl, I wish I had a donk like you. Shit, I wish I had wings like you, look at how broad they are! And that color—You see age-old dust, I see precious porcelain. If I was a male moth, I would do countless things to grab your attention. Like to show you where the best leafs are to lay your eggs. Me? I don ’ t get much attention. Everyone looks at me as too precious to touch—too beautiful. What does that even mean? You the real beauty here, darlin ’. ” 
 
 The moth blushed. She looked again at the guy twirling about the cabbage patch and quickly away. “ You really think so? You really think I ’ m cute? ” 
 
 “ You more than cute. You m-cute. Look! ” 
 
 The butterfly pointed both antenna toward the cabbage patch. The moth followed her line-of-touch and saw that that the boy stopped fluttering and instead was making the universal Lepidoptera antenna signal for “ hinicetomeetyoupleasecomeherelookwhatifound. ” 
 
 “ I think he found you a leaf. ” 
 
 The moth blushed a deep pastel—you ’ d never think that such a pale thing could turn so pink, but there you have it. She thanked her friend Ms. B and fluttered over to join the boy in the cabbage patch. 

