I Am Not A Public Speaker

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The whole situation wasn't romantic in the least. Subsequently, I had a picturesque mental portrait of his face, each flaw and perfection, his buggy eyes and closed mouth. I felt he was just some boy that reappeared. Proving how immensely strange the universe is.

As kids, we were all warned about the basics. Call 911 for emergencies, tell an adult if someone touches you or even tell the teacher when someone says a bad word. But what happens when something happens to the last person you’d think it would happen to.. Yourself. Who could you actually turn to, and when the time struck, how would the words flow out to confess the crime done to you. Or even worse, would the words come out at all? “Can you tell me what happened exactly?” “It's okay to talk to us, we’re here to help you, not hurt you.” The words kept ringing in my head. But was it okay to talk to them? Speak of the unspeakable with people... people I didn't know, nor trust? Being so young I had no idea what was going on. As my heart was racing,

Everyday was like walking on eggshells because of the anticipation and fear of not knowing what was to occur on any given day. There were days when everything was calm and serene and other days filled with chaos and wretchedness. Life was like a roller coaster ride that never ended. My parent’s motto was, “Children are to be seen and not heard”, my brother and I never dared to tell anyone else or express our feelings about the traumatic experiences we were going through in our home. I can’t speak on behalf of my brother but I grew up having low self-esteem and being afraid to speak around many people because I always believed I didn’t have a voice that deserves to be heard. Therefore, up to this day, I’m still working on learning to overcome my fear of speaking in front of others and building the confidence to succeed in life. This has been the most difficult task for me to accomplish because my past experiences have been ingrained in my mind and

There was a look of worry on his face along with desperation. I have never seen him that way. It was almost he needed me to do this for him. To say I was nervous would have been an understatement. It wasn't like I haven't ever given a blow job before. I've done it plenty of times and have become good at it. Or so I'm told. I've just never performed such an act on a close friend like Tobias. He was basically a brother to me, so putting my mouth on his dick seemed a little strange to

Recalling my childhood, my voice did not seem to resonate beyond the small circumference of space around me. I was so quiet that I resolved to thinking that the world had defective ears. But now, I have that louder voice around friends, family, and anyone I meet. With this newfound confidence, I have taken initiative in my school and community through my club MediKid. Although these changes seem to have happened quickly, one specific experience unlocked the characteristics of the personality within me.

“One day you’ll find your voice”, my mom would always tell me. I was never very sure that I would when I was younger. I was shy, insecure and feared confrontation, but everything started to change in December of 2012.

I believe my true voice can be found in writings where I have been completely honest, genuine, and for the most part uninhibited by a defined purpose. I can find a voice that is very reflective of who I really am, in the letters I write to people. I am not referring to the "hi, how's the weather?" letters to Grandma and Grandpa living out in Phoenix. I am referring to the letters in which I am writing down what I would want to say in conversation. My voice is most prevalent in letter writing. Often times I look back on an important conversation and wish I would have remembered to tell the other person something I thought was important for them to know, especially when I am expressing how I feel about something. I find that letters allow me to communicate in a more preconceived manner and because I am less likely to leave out what needs to be said, the person reading my letter gets to know exactly how I

Unfortunately he left us for some skinny, stuck up arrogant model that worked with my mom. No hate... But I guess that moment did have an impact on me.

Finding my voice became a little clearer the day I asked some guys at a coffee shop why they dared call their waitress as ‘dumb bitch,’ and it was strengthened when an artist I admire and respect told me they liked my writing

short months after I would have my son. I simply could not do it. I could not be separated

This really helped me to find my confidence and taught me how to get rid of the nerves that comes with public speaking. There is always room to improve and through the speech classes I took throughout high school I feel like I improved in my speaking skills. One of my strengths is being good at preparation. Preparation is a very important factor in making a good speech. Knowing your audience, your topic, and knowing how to organize a speech properly is something I find to be a strength. Another strength of mine that I previously stated is knowing how to get through any nerves that I have. My weaknesses of public speaking include my newly developed stutter, talking too fast, and not speaking super clearly. With speeches I am much better at putting the speech together rather than actually giving

Throughout life we express ourselves through words. The way we present ourselves through speech says a lot about our character. The way one speaks to others can jeopardize the amount of respect and trust others have for them. From the way one pronounces a word to their posture can affect the way an audience interprets what is being said. Personally, I am not confident with my speaking skills at this point. I would like my audience to fully comprehend the concepts or facts that I would present to them. In order to do so I must improve my speaking skills I believe that a problem most people, including myself, have when giving speeches is facing an audience. Just looking out to an audience of a mere ten

Early on in my life I remember my father talking about how he long for a son. Having had two daughters and a still born, he knew that his

I can honestly say going through labor was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. Once Freddrick finally did arrived I knew that I would love him unconditionally for the rest of my life. He was just as precious as he could be and didn’t have a worry in this world. I didn’t know the type of mother I would be, but I was determined to be a different type of teenage mother. I wanted to show everyone I might be young with a son, but I made sure Freddrick was taken care of financially, Freddrick came first in my life at all times, Freddrick had disciplined in his life, and that he would know that mommy would always love him regardless of what happens through life.