Every single word in Sara Bareille’s wonderfully inspirational song “Brave” has meaning. Very important meaning. Funny that this song has been out for a while, and yet I’ve only heard it on the radio a couple of times before today. Before this song, I just knew Sara to be a former judge on The Sing Off, my FAVORITE show of all shows. Then, a few days ago, she performed the song at the People’s Choice Awards. Today, with some leisure time on my hands, I decided to blog about this song. Wanting to include a link to the video for this post, I watched the song’s video on YouTube. It is just as uplifting to me as the song itself is. What a beautiful singer, video, and lyrics! She absolutely deserves her five 2014 Grammy nods among which are Album of the Year and Best Pop Solo Performance for such an uplifting song with meaningful lyrics….and a great beat, to boot!
I know this song was inspired by a friend of hers that was struggling to “come out,” but the words are totally fitting for bullying and everyday situations (see words below, paraphrased for everyday context):
No more running away.
Free yourself from and face your fears.
Say what you wanna say, and let the words fall out.
Say what’s on your mind.
Don’t let your thoughts and words stay bottled up inside you.
What will silence accomplish?
Words can have a powerful impact–both positive and negative. People bully and say hurtful things to others in an attempt to make themselves feel better about themselves. Bullies are generally proof positive that the apple tends not to fall far from the tree–the exact words used by me and a few others in a Facebook conversation I had earlier today regarding bullying behaviors of adults and children. In other words, if parents are mean and behave in a bullying fashion to other adults and even their own family members–basically providing a non-nurturing environment for their children–then they are setting bad examples for their kids to follow suit and teaching their kids the wrong way to interact with others. Kids in these households are often stuck in an environment that is short on love and long on abusive (emotional and sometimes even physical) situations.
Standing up for principle–and standing up for yourself– is important, especially if you know you don’t deserve someone’s negative comments. In all too many situations in the past, especially during my painfully unpleasant teenage years and first decade or so of my career, I was the brunt of people’s jokes over my appearance, my ethnicity, and my name (“Poison Ivy”)…. and all sorts of other put downs. As I’ve mentioned many times previously, I didn’t have any friends in my high school. To this day, I refuse to acknowledge the town I spent over 2 decades living in, or even the high school I attended. No point, really. I’m sure I’m not the only one who wishes there was a way to take the knowledge and experience we now have and time travel back to our teenage years and tell off the people who gave us grief. If only I could time travel back to my high school and tell people exactly what I would tell them today. If only…
Unfortunately, I only have regrets for what could have been. But at least I now feel confident and empowered to say what is really on my mind. From reading my blog–especially posts like the last one that touches on breastfeeding zealotry–you more than likely never would have thought I’d have any problems voicing my honest opinion on situations that irk me. I certainly don’t hold back when it comes to writing. However, responding to in-person situations is very different and has been a challenge for most of my life. I’ve never been witty or quick-minded enough to reply to rude remarks with a spontaneous comeback.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I seem to have reached a turning point in the past couple of years in terms of being able to speak my mind–exactly what’s on my mind, unfiltered–and one example comes immediately to mind because it just happened two days ago…and ended up as a Facebook post I wrote during my fun commute home from NYC:
Me: (addressing the guy in the row ahead of where I was trying to sit, seeing how there is like no leg room for me because his seat is so far reclined): “Excuse me, can you raise the back of your seat a tad? I’ve got short legs and they won’t even fit in that tiny space.”
Guy: (moves seat up a half inch, if that much)
Me: (squeezing underneath reclined seat): “Thank you……oh, and I’m being totally sarcastic.”
Guy: (turns and glares at me)
Guy next to me: (turns to look at me with amused look on his face)
Me: (oops, I was supposed to think that, not say that out loud, while smiling back at my neighbor…ha!)