18/11/2019
Words from The Velveteen Rabbit.
"Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it Hurt?”
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen to people who break easily or have sharp edges or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But those things don’t matter at all because once you are real you can’t be ugly except to people who don’t understand.”
This passage screams out to me strongly right now. Ive seen proclamations of being real, yet it is so obvious there is NO authenticity whatsoever. In fact, another person's "realness" intimidates those who are struggling with being real. To be respected or revered is not a self appointed privilege, it comes with being raw and real. Being real is not to be prejudice, punishing or to silence those who are different. It is to embrace the differences, to connect to them and to learn from them.