Personal Narrative: Loss Of My Body

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

This semester my primary goals were to eat healthier and to maintain my 6 mile run time. My two goals required a lot of dedication and the body works class has helped me stay focus on my goals throughout the entire semester. Having body work class on Mondays helps me get my week started with a good workout, secondly having this class in general works as a reminder that being healthy and active is an everyday challenge that truly pays off in the long run.

This story refers to those who find curiosity addictive. Usually entails an interest in Death or physical or emotional pain and torment of another person.

On the night of April 2nd, 2016, in Destin, Florida, I jumped off of a lifeguard stand and hit a sharp metal pole which tore my skin open a little above my right ankle. The way in which my foot was cut open is medically defined as a laceration. A laceration is a cut through one or more layers of skin. The laceration I suffered was definitely a cut through multiple layers of my skin. As you can see in the image on the right, a doctor repaired my wound by tying the two flaps of skin together using 5 stitches. The picture was taken 3 days after the stitches were sewn. As you can see, the top flab of skin was so stretched out and traumatized that it began to develop into another gash of its own. About a week later the gash developed into a scab with a valley in the middle which opened up into another open wound. Since this wound was already present for more than 8 hours (about 10 days), my safest option was to allow for the wound to heal from the inside out.

What is one to do if the person they dare say love, changes all the truths they know to be true? What about when you are left questioning every little piece of yourself, until you do not recognized the reflection staring back at you? Now, what is to be done when that person is ripped out of your life forever? Jesse was one of those people who came into my life by complete accident; we could have very easily never have met.

The days are becoming colder and our power is slowly running down along with the supply of food. The first lady came over the television screen reminding us that the disease is near. “Doctors and Scientists all over the world have discovered if red, irritated skin with water bumps appear on the body there is a sixty-eight percent chance of having the contagious virus flowing through the body”. Hearing that, I had the urge to search over mine and my family’s body a trillion times to make sure we were safe.

I am not a religious woman, I take no stock in stories of creation, I do not believe the world was crafted by some divine and omniscient power. Our thoughts, our perceptions, every aspect of our lives are a result of the intricate set of rules that govern the universe, some might call that god. I call them physics. We enter this world as a tiny collection of cells, multiplying and specializing to create a human life, and we leave it as a much larger, immensely complex amalgamation. Thus far in my life, I have never doubted my convictions, I have attended church, read scripture, and listened to the words of priests, pastors, and self-proclaimed experts. Yet a few months ago my lack of faith was tested. One night, I lay awake, filled

My piece of obsidian will not always be the same type of rock. The rock cycle does not have any order. My rock right now is igneous but weathering and erosion could break it into sediments and then become a sedimentary rock. Like I said my rock could be totally different in a million years. There is no order to the rock cycle. It could start or stop at any place.

Physical- This dimension was a major shift in my focus and time spent dedicated to increasing endurance, which is visually expressed under the title “Body.” When I was in high school I use to be very active and played soccer for years, but since quitting the field and hitting the library I have noticed a huge difference in my health and ability when I want to be active. This gave me determination to gather a group of friends to go to the gym 3 times a week for at least an hour and increased as the weeks passed. The goal was to be able to run 5 miles in 30 minutes and in almost obtaining that goal my new one is to now decrease the time needed to hit 5 miles.

Your body is extremely smart and is designed to heal and restore itself but sometimes it needs aid from the outside or it needs something to stop coming from the outside. Suffering from acne I often ignored many of the signs that my body was sending to alert me that something was not right. Eating a paleo based diet I constantly had headaches and had very low energy. However, I did not acknowledge these signs that my body was giving me and I continued to eat the same and didn’t implement any changes in my daily routine. When you are experiencing things like headaches, stomach aches, irregularities in bowel movements, or little to no energy your body is trying to desperately tell you something. The tricky part is trying to figure out what it

After graduation, I worked as an Art Director/Graphic Designer, mostly for magazines and catalogs. For almost two decades, I worked very long hours, hence did little with my own art other than an occasional painting or drawing. Once I had a little more time in my life, my own art happily resurfaced as a priority, and even more truthfully, an obsession.

As of now in my current state, I find death sad and depressing. It hurts me to see people in pain over the lost of a loved one. Personally I wish people didn’t have to go through the pain but it is the process of life and it can’t be changed. My mother used to tell me when I was little I would say, “when I get older I will help people who didn’t have much like homeless people and I will try my best to stop good people from suffering.” I remember the day when my mother lost her parents. She cried so much and even though I didn’t know them, I cried along with her. My heart hurt to see my mother in so much pain but I also understood how she felt. I know I would be crying like a baby too if my mom or dad passed away. Death is one of the saddest

The human body is captivating—it’s a powerful, efficient machine. Over millions of years, it has developed intricate physical structures that are both complex and beautiful. I have always been fascinated by the human body—I constantly learn about organs and tissues through textbooks and literature—but I could never have known what to expect when I saw it from the inside.

Thursday September 25, 2015 was the day I “lost” my right arm. As it just so happens to be, my dominant arm is my right arm, so losing it made typically facile tasks extremely difficult. Although, writing was by far the most entertaining and difficult task put upon me. Of course my first day as an “amputee” left me pondering how in the world I was going to hold a pencil or even write, especially as I had an elements of literature test during second period.

The dry snow piled up onto the bodies; the bitter, biting wind picked away at their bruised and bloodied lifeless forms. The ice was dragging away the last remaining traces of warmth from their livers. More than the blood loss alone could achieve. I can’t help but think of how it is such a classic means of preservation. This gives me time to outlast the storm; after all, I still have plenty of furniture to feed the stove.