So beautiful! I adore how children are so pure in their love and innocence that "othering" is taught largely by our parents, family, friends, mentors etc. people outside ourselves who plant a seed and it spreads. I myself (as an immigrant to the US) felt othered a lot as a kid -- for the hand me down clothes I wore, for pronouncing words…
So beautiful! I adore how children are so pure in their love and innocence that "othering" is taught largely by our parents, family, friends, mentors etc. people outside ourselves who plant a seed and it spreads. I myself (as an immigrant to the US) felt othered a lot as a kid -- for the hand me down clothes I wore, for pronouncing words slightly different even though English is my first language. Til this day, there's a tiny piece of me that doesn't feel like she truly belongs and every day I have to make a conscious effort to remind myself that I do. 🕊️
Yes, you do belong! I am also still struggling with belonging in Malaysia, being a minority. Strangely as a migrant here in Germany, I don't have thoughts about it; maybe it's no longer a need after I decided I belong to the world.
So beautiful! I adore how children are so pure in their love and innocence that "othering" is taught largely by our parents, family, friends, mentors etc. people outside ourselves who plant a seed and it spreads. I myself (as an immigrant to the US) felt othered a lot as a kid -- for the hand me down clothes I wore, for pronouncing words slightly different even though English is my first language. Til this day, there's a tiny piece of me that doesn't feel like she truly belongs and every day I have to make a conscious effort to remind myself that I do. 🕊️
Yes, you do belong! I am also still struggling with belonging in Malaysia, being a minority. Strangely as a migrant here in Germany, I don't have thoughts about it; maybe it's no longer a need after I decided I belong to the world.