Marion is the child who during the procession says I'm not wearing any clothes. She is the truth - saying it how it is.
And unlike the Emperor of the fable I couldn't keep going pretending everything was okay, as I did want to know the truth of myself.
And so as I accept my nakedness, seeing the fool I am and how stupid I've been living untrue to myself, I feel bad, very bad, wracked with pain. And slowly I'm accepting this is how I am - this is the truth of myself.