Personal Narrative: Investigating Your Identity

What do you want me to say? (Throws hands up in the air) That I am so excited to be moving to another foster home? That my parents didn’t want me to begin with in the first place? How can “parents” do that to someone? To be excited to be treated the same as I have been in every other home before? No. These people are going to be just like every other set of parents that I’ve always had, not excepting and judgmental. They will be excited at first to meet me, get to know me, and then a few years down the road, they will say that they can’t connect with me, and can’t do this anymore. If you’re wondering if I care, I don’t and I am not excited. (She turns her body to look at Mike) But you know what? All of this won’t even matter in a couple years, I’m going to be eighteen in a few days, I am not a baby

My is name Kyra Alexandra Avila Kepfer. Kyra is my mom’s name and Alexandra comes from my dad’s middle name “Alexander”. My Dad’s last name, Avila, is from Spain and Guatemala. My mom 's last name, Kepfer, is German. My mom was originally going to call me Katherine Andrea. My names meaning is light, throne, and sun. Since my mom’s name is also Kyra my family calls me Kyrita which is my name in spanish. At times my mom will call me “Alex” which is short for Alexandra. My mom has always called me that and my family has called me Kyrita for as long as I can remember. Many strangers pronounce my name Kira which kinda gets annoying after a while but it 's understandable. To my family my name means a fun, lovable, and active 15 year old girl who loves to spend time with family and friends. I like my name because its original and not common. The fact that my name means the sun is interesting because it 's so unique and bright, which is how I want my future to be. If i had the chance to change my name i wouldn 't because i 'm used to it and i feel like it defines me as a person. I’m grateful that my mom named me Kyra and i 'll always embrace it.

The last memories we had with our families was when these men in black killed an outsider for trying to enter the island. We watched the men in black chase after the people in the streets forcing them to go into their houses and watch a man who I had seen before make a statement on television. The man was tense, stiff, and his stature looked forced.

What makes up our identity?This question has been asked for a really long time that some have attempted to answer but often look at the wrong things that make up our identity.Some people have thought that what makes up our identity are the different important times in our life.Though what really makes up our identity are the 7 categories of otherness.The 7 categories of otherness are race, sexual orientation, age, religion, able- bodied, gender and finally socio-economic.

Days pass until I see him make an appearance while I’m fully conscious. By counting the meals he’s left on the nightstand, I’ve determined that I’ve been in here for at least a week.

Being the sibling of a rising, hot Hollywood starlet is not the glamorous role that it seems. Well, alright, the parties and freebies and constant spotlight on your family does have its perks. Not to mention all the access to every hedonistic desire you could want, practically whenever you want it. But there is a downside to it as well: the stepping out of the shot for photo calls, the 3rd tier seating at awards shows, the neglect by your parents…but I digress.

Growing up I thought the things that define my life would be way different by the time I turned twenty but they've stayed same. The things that define me most are music, books and my clothing. I don't plan on changing them any time soon.

Many people never speak out about their abuser. They never find their voice, typically from fear and the control of the abuser. Because of this, many abuse victims go years trapped in their abusive homes. They go years trapped sometimes because they feel as though no one will help them, and they have been told all the while by the abuser that they need the abuser to survive because they would not be able to on their own. I happened to be one of these victims. For many years I was controlled by my abuser through fear, and this fear hid my voice. Over this past summer, I found my voice through courage that I had built up. I thankfully had help through my situation from close friends and family members, unlike with some abuse

“You’re right but shut up and listen,” Jackie yelled. “ I hung out with him for half of the night then he said he had this other party, so without thinking I went. It was the most disturbing place in the world Joe, there was a whole bunch of junkies roaming around and it was in an underground location. The place was shady. He pulled me in deeper until I could finally hear the music. I saw people lined up to enter, but I spotted something weird. The man letting people enter was accompanied by two bigger bodyguards. This particular man was holding some type of mask connected to huge tanks, each person put the mask on for a few seconds, and it seemed as if the man wouldn’t let them in until they inhaled a certain amount. I noticed that I was getting

What is a personal identity, and how does one go by gaining one? This is a question that has been asked and debated for centuries by many philosophers who at one time in their life asked themselves, who am I? Personal identity is the personal “qualities, beliefs, etc., that make a particular person different from others (Merriam-Webster)”. Many people think personal identity comes from a specific pivotal moment in your life where others, feel that you receive personal identity at conception. Yet some believe that you get it based off of the life experiences that you have. It is true to an extant that you have an identity at birth, although you gain more of a semi-permanent identity in time after you have learned through

Ok so I was randomly stalking a page on musical.ly *Justin* but I was was going through the comments and there was a comment that was something among these lines "Wait so are you a girl or boy?" And I was like I don't know your just on a page on musical.ly and the person you clicked on has a name and the name is Justin. Does that sound like a girl name to you? I didn't think so. And then there was a commen that said "Me too...on his bio IT said IT was transgender". Like 1st off you don't call someone "it" everyone has name so use their name. And all the people that ask for his birth name his name is Justin it has always been and always will be.(unless he changes it). And Like nobody told you to come and hate on people. If you wanna hate so

It takes a village to raise a child. This quote is everything to me, it’s the truth. If I only had my parents raising me, boy I would be annoying. I would be a carbon copy of them. Yes, we’re all like our parents, but not completely. I know drinking games, I have a dirty humor, I know old music like the back of my hand, and I’ve been cursing since I could talk. This sounds soooooo wrong, but you know what? It’s not. I have been exposed to more of the real world and know how to handle it. I’m not oblivious to certain things in this world that eventually I would have to learn about. To some, my younger childhood may have been slightly vulgar, but without it, I wouldn’t be me. My family, biological and not, are

We all sat around the crackling fire as the sky transitioned into clear, starry night. A pack of white marshmallows was scattered all around us; some were empty, half empty, and some weren’t opened yet. The long wooden sticks burned slightly as the marshmallows shoved on top of it were crisping into a golden-brown color.

Complete self-acceptance and the stylized ideal self are two antithesis states, both of which being unrealistic and unattainable. We all walk on the precipice separating the two, some leaning more towards one than the other. There are also many paradigms of our identity which go through a process of self-acceptance and fluctuate throughout our entire lives. There are mornings when I stand before the rigid yet ambiguous mirror in my bathroom, I stand nude preparing for a shower. I analyze myself and the contours of my body. I lift my arms to see what droops, I turn to my side to gage the profile width of my abdomen; I stare at my chest and its perceived imperfections. These are the same minutely changing features I carried

Over the last four years of high school I have done a lot of searching, within myself, the people around me, and how to make all I do have more purpose. The first step was to find myself. I had to discover the exact beliefs I had, how I viewed having fun, and I promised myself to stay true to what I found. After coming to the conclusion of how I wanted to spend the rest of my years at SHS I surrounded myself with people who had the same intent as I. Early on as a freshman I signed a pledge agreeing to live a drug and alcohol free life while attending Streator High, in which I have successfully done. After understanding I can enjoy myself attending school dances, or traveling to away sporting events while being 100% substance free, I pushed