Personal Narrative rough draft
My grandma always told me to act like a lady. She would put into my mind that I should always sit with my legs crossed and never talk with food in my mouth. My grandma was the ultimate lady. Maybe I didn’t know what being a lady was all about back then, but I assure you that I know now. I was six years old, dressed in pink, dreaming of one day when I would become a princess. That day never came. Little did I know what being a girl would entail in the future. Soon I would be thirteen, putting on a cake-face of makeup and new clothes that my mom barely approved of so I could get the attention of the boy that sat next to me in math class. Then I turned eighteen and still had to look my best when I was trying to get into a sorority at Michigan State University. I wanted to be six again. I wanted my mom to dress me, do my hair, and have nothing to worry about. Being a girl is and always will be hard. I have been worried about my looks my whole life. It was most evident when I began junior high and things were changing. Girls started getting curvier, wearing makeup and getting prettier. We were compared to the models that we would see in our Cosmo magazines. In Junior High, my parents bought me a phone, therefore, I downloaded every social media that ever existed. I would post the pictures that I looked best in because appearances were everything. A girl at any age is afraid of being judged and it seems that for me, as a
One of the ways in which beauty is revealed in a public setting is through the fashion industries. Fashion shows are a popular way to show off the newest trends and the newest prettiest models. More recently, fashion shows have begun to incorporate models of varying ages, included young children. As a child, I participated in modeling for many different companies. From a very young age, I was given certain measurements to attain for myself and was seriously pressured to meet weight goals in order to be successful. Looking back, this was very unrealistic to tell a growing child to maintain the same measurements.As a child this is a very hard obstacle to struggle with especially when you're figuring out who you are. The mental aspect of “am I pretty enough?” is a constant thought in your mind. In today's society womens designers use teen models to display their newest clothing. Teenagers should not be marketing clothes to women, that portrays a woman should look like a teenage girl. As I grew older, my parents encouraged me to pursue other interests. At the time I didn't understand why, but now looking back I see how my mentality as a child was to maintain my weight and my height and if I was anything but that I wasn't beautiful,
Throughout history young girls and women were limited on what they could and couldn’t do. Society had put more pressure on them than men and they had to act a certain way in public and in their homes. Females were the underprivileged gender and were greatly affected by the gender roles occurring in the 1950’s and 1960’s, and were taught at a young age these rules and expectations. Gender roles had limited women in the past from being more than a perfect wife and homemaker, fitting the generation's beauty expectations, unable to dress freely due to the school dress code, to use proper etiquette to please everyone but themselves, and to work the same job as a man and get paid a lower wage.
As a child, growing up was synonymous with height. And that meant being tall enough for the Twizzler-level rides at Hershey Park. Each visit, I carried my platform flip-flops, ready to slip on at the measuring station. Crossing my fingers that today was the day, or at least the day I could convince them my tiny body was ready to take on the twelve most daunting rides at the park.
Gender is an age-graded event that affected my childhood. Being able to identify as a woman and learning society’s expectations for women was critical for my development. At the age three, I discovered that society does not have the same expectations for males and females. Therefore, I had to learn how to act like a “lady”.
Have you ever been judged for the way you look? Have you ever been told that you are not pretty enough? This might be because we live in an appearance conscious world, and unless you have the ideal look you will be judged. This has affected many lives of all ages and genders to try to improve their appearance. We hear everywhere that we need to wear certain things, to act certain ways, and most commonly, that we need to lose weight to be happy and accepted in today’s society. This has caused many tragic injuries and mental illnesses to be introduced into the world today.
Because of society we have bullying happening, and it has caused people to have eating disorders, and get surgical replacements done to their bodies. People have become anorexic, bulimic, and have or done other things to lose weight because they weren’t “pretty or cute” enough for others to see or like them. “When they begin puberty... the body goes through many changes... These changes, combined with wanting to feel accepted by our friends, means it can be tempting to compare ourselves with others. We might start to compare ourselves with other people or media images ("ideals" that are frequently airbrushed). All of this can affect how we feel about ourselves and our bodies... Family members might struggle with their own body image or criticize their kids' looks ("why do you wear your hair so long?" or "how come you can't wear pants that fit you?"). Although these often come from ignorance, sometimes they can affect body image and self-esteem” (www.kidshealth.org). Many parents seem to think that they know their kids like the palm of their hands, however very few of them see that they’re child struggles with their body image. Body image has influenced all of us, whether it’s in a minor or dramatic way, by making us shower more or brush our hair more, or maybe even by making we go anorexic or getting plastic surgery. Everyone wants to be something close to perfect but everyone is looking out
Matthew is my best friend, my fiancé, my partner in crime, my rock, my guide. Everything anyone could ever ask for in a significant other. I consider myself the luckiest person in the world to have him.
I lived far away from my hometown. At beginning, I concealed my sexual identity. I was living at bottom of society and struggle for survive. I had done a lot of odd jobs. I met some friends at work. In my naivety, I thought I would be accepted by friend as a homosexual. I told one of the co-workers who I believed he was my friend about my being a gay. Somehow all others knew my sexuality. Some co-workers force me to get drunk, then they sexual assaulted me. Every time I tried to protect myself by law, they would tell the police that I had mental disease and they asked policemen take me to the mental hospital. These happened several times, each time I was hurt and was fired. At the end it was miserable, nobody would
I smoothed down my long skirt and made my way up the steps. I knew other girls would probably be wearing something a bit more revealing, after all this is a Halloween party and as Cady says, 'In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' But I was not up for the short dress that is needed for the mouse costume, or the tight latex suit made for cat woman. Instead, I had decided to go dressed as a girl from the 50's.
Getting home, I paced in a circle of obvious cold-feet, more nervous about this than anything else I’ve done. “Are you okay?” my mom asked, giving a confused look. “Well, physically I am, however mentally, and emotionally I’m exasperated. I’m so nervous I don’t know what to say or do, it’s irritating!” I said, throwing my hands up in frustration. She said with a distraught tone, “What could possibly have you in such a hectic mood?” I realized something, that not once did I ever mention Eva, let alone the fact she has invaded my mind all week. “Um, well, there’s this girl--.” “What!?” she said with a gigantic grin on her face. “How come I haven’t heard anything about this?” she added, putting her hands on her hips to display her antagonized
I have worked for a few wealthy influential men who have had indiscretions on the side. However, Dr. Thorn takes things to a completely new level; he only needs a willing partner with an orifice. I have not seen him with a man... yet! But, I wouldn't rule it out. Especially, after watching him type “transvestites” into a search engine on the computer. I could tell by the expression on his face, the pictures had his complete interest. The look on my face must have reflected my thoughts because he snickered back at me and told me I shouldn’t throw away my options!
I am a curvy woman and proud of it!!!!! I believe that I can inspire other's to be confident in their own skin. When I was younger, I was forced to cover my curves so that other's would not look at them. At one point, I was ashamed of my body type and couldn't understand why I wasn't smaller. I'm glad that there's a platform now that focus on women of all body types. I've also been in the consumers position, and have struggled greatly with finding jeans that fit correctly. I LOVE the fact that Good American caters to such a wide variety of women. I want to empower other's all over the world, advising them that they are amazing just the way they are! It would be a honor to be apart of such an amazing team and brand.
I was born and raised in Punjab, India. United States and India have very different view one’s sex. When I was 9 years old I realized that the females were the ones who were always in the kitchen. Female were seen as stay at home mom. After marriage females stayed home and took care of the kids. Females didn’t have the opportunities that the men did. Parent didn’t allow their daughters to get educated. Mothers taught their daughters how to do the normal house work. On the other side Males were seen as an income. They were required to work and bring home money for the whole family. One of my friend I played with grow up with just little education. She went to school until 3rd grade then her parents don’t allow to her to go. Priya and her mother
Savannah's black hair, touched lightly upon her shoulders. Her gaunt, and gloomy face being revealed as she reached her dainty hand up to push back her long overgrown fringe. Her brown eyes were that of an old mahogany door ; flecks of deep brown were intertwined expertly with lighter hues. A sigh was released from her dry, cracked lips as she focused her eyes on the torn picture in front of her. A single tear managed to escape from her glossy eyes, rolling down her lightly flushed cheeks and onto the table. Her hands reached up to her face to wipe away the tears, leaving her under eyes red and puffy. She grabbed each side of the photo and held it together, staring directly at the obvious tear right between her and her ex-girlfriend. Her trembling
In this day and age, the epidemic of these so called ‘beauty’ standards is only getting worse and worse. Because of photo modification, low self esteem in regular everyday people is starting to become something that is nearly considered normal. Today, 42% of girls from age 5-8 want to be skinnier, 52% of girls aged 9 to 13 feel better when they are dieting and by the age of 17, 78% of girls are unhappy with their own bodies. Think about