The Wax Museum

If you've ever been to a museum, you've seen wax creations of some sort. Some of them look so incredably real, you actually want to touch it just to be sure.
After Sunday's message at C3, I realized, I could be one of those wax creations and you wouldn't even know it. I would look real, but you'd have to actually get real close and "touch" me to actually find out. I'm not always a wax statue. I can morphe into a real person when I feel comfortable or safe.
I almost reminds me of the 1987 movie "Mannequin" wih Andrew McArthy. His character designs mannequins and later, to his surprise, one of his creations came to life. However, she only came to life around him, no one else.
Odd. But the sad reality of it is there are those of us who are mannequins and perform the jobs that are expected of us night and day; to only be our true selves in the presencof those around us who are safe.
But is it always necessary to become ones self only in the presence of that safe person, or can growth and healing come when we reveal our identity to those around us. Would there be any real danger? Would we truly be exposed for the fakes that we believe ourselves to be? Would we be just as safe as we would with our one true love as the mannequin was with Andrew McArthy's character?
I think, in the end, it's alright to reveal ourselves at the appropriate times to certain individuals who may help us to feel safe. It will take time, I'm sure. I'm still working on being myself and enjoying who that person is. It's scary because I don't always know what the person on the other side of the looking glass is going to do once they see the real me. It's a journey, though and I am willing to give it a try.