Personal Narrative-Pursuing A Career In High School

Being told you're not beautiful your whole life can have a very negative impact on one's life and can lead to other things. Oral, the protagonist and narrator of C.S. Lewis’s novel “Till We Have Faces,” is a complex character with deep emotional struggles. Orual’s undeniable ugliness prevents natural love from reaching her. Her father’s constant reminders of her appearance fuel her insecurity, and that's why she's the way she is. In Oral and herself we can see that she battles self

“Our world is made up of so many different people. Beautiful people. People that are worthy of representation. Worthy of respect. Worthy of love and self-love. No one should be made to feel that their body is somehow wrong, undesirable. This feeling holds people back. You can't live up to your full potential if you are always feeling that, because you don't look like what the media tells you, you can't be successful. You can't find love. You can't love yourself,” Fruth told Clapway.

For many years, I felt inferior of my appearance. In my childhood, I used to be a lovely girl, and everyone who saw me would say that I will grow up into a gorgeous girl, as well as I thought. But, as we know, life is so cruel that it always doesn’t follow what we expect. When I was 10, I started to get pimples on my face. At first, I didn’t worry about that so much, because my parents told me it is a normal phenomenon when children grow up.

The amount of make up still doesn 't hide that fact that you are not whole, you should be able to look in a broken mirror and still see yourself whole. This statement means that no matter what is placed before you or what is thrown at you, you still know who you are as a person. Don’t get caught up with lies that you can’t answer the question “Who are you?,” because lying to yourself will only make you forget your own truth. You can only be beautiful if you choose not to be ugly.

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.

It was May 25, 2018 at 7:47 in a steaming hot gymnasium when the name Anthony Joseph Sansalone was getting called from the loud speaker, the sixth to last person to receive their diploma I begun shaking the hands of all the board members and everything that I had known from the last 13 years at the same school was over and a new chapter of my life was stating to begin. A few seconds after receiving my diploma the Class President guided us to changing of our tassels from right to left then commencement was over and I was walking out with my future roommate at BGSU, Vincent Zhang, we looked at each other knowing that our high school career was descending and our college careers were lifting off together. High school was tuff for me due to the fact that I have know what I wanted to do since I was a freshman, I want to become an animator and work for an Academy Award winning company such as

Speaker’s Credibility: Many of us at some point have probably came across an image and said to ourselves that we wished we looked like. I know I have, but we need to realize that it’s an unattainable look.

Transitioning from junior high to high school for a 14 year old is just short of “peeing your pants” worthy. It’s exciting yet terrifying all at the same time. You realize you will be attending school with so many new people and you have to entirely memorize a new maze of hallways and meet with new teachers, it can be overwhelming. Especially for me, I came from a class of 31 students at a private school, most of which I’ve gone to school with since Kindergarten. In my class of 31 students, there were 3 African Americans and 2 Mexicans, everyone else was Caucasian. Now I wouldn’t consider myself racist at all, more like “innocently unaware” of the vast majority of different ethnicities and races. My ignorance was not out of spite, but from my lack of experience, and to have such a lack of cultural diversity up until you are a

The works “Beauty: When the Other Dancer is the Self” by Alice Walker, Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Greely, and “How Dallas Wiens Found a New Face” by Raffi Khatchadourian, provide insight on the futility of judging others by appearance. You realize the insignificance of minor flaws and see how good you have it, although “good” is also a matter of perception. Having a “good life” is typically characterized by judgmental standards such as the amount of money you possess or how good you look. Therefore, it is important to realize that our society is built on such ideas and that striving to fit in isn’t a bad thing under certain circumstances.

Growing up I always took part in extracurricular activities to be more active and social in my life. I grew up with two brothers who had very different interests in things than me so I had to rely on friends and activities to help me from becoming couch potato.

The future is often ignored by students, or at least when it comes to their own future. The previous statement is obviously false in my time, however, if you ask any middle school student what they would like to do for a career, you will either get no answer or a brief summary of every career known to man. I’m was never one of those students though. When I start down my path towards a higher education I know exactly which roads I desire. As early as 6th grade I knew that I craved to study the cosmos the envelopes us so completely. When it comes to fields of study, no other topic can nearly match the complexity, scope, and value of astronomy and physics. In my personal experience, I have met many an individual that tries to argue the relevance

There are some days when I wake up in the morning and I am upset with what I see. In the mirror, there are my ears that stick out, my eyebrows that do not have the perfect shape, my skin that isn’t as smooth anymore as it used to be. I spend at least thirty minutes to a whole hour trying to fix all the problems that I think is wrong with me. I look in the mirror, and I’m happy. Heck, I even smile a little, but not too much because I don’t want to think about how it’s not “a natural face”. I wasn’t born like this. Me, fixing my problems has one word -- Makeup. The technology of makeup enhances our other features to create an unrealistic “natural face”, but at the end of the day it all comes off, and I see who I really am -- vulnerable, insecure, scared, and hurt. In my own way, makeup is protection; protection from all of the negative words that were bestowed on me. I remember the names they called me, every detail I could explain, but I won’t. I’m not here to depress you.

Together, we can lower the numbers of people dying from eating disorders and cosmetic surgeries by resisting the beauty ideal. We can choose “to not participate in the beauty rituals, to not support the industries that produce both images and products, and to create other definitions of beauty” (WVFV, pg. 232). The most crucial and easiest solution is to create other definitions of beauty. Ultimately, it is up to the individual to decide what is beautiful. What if someone decided that the only thing that could contribute to one’s beauty is who someone is on the inside? Wouldn’t our world be a completely different place? Instead of

“Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick.” Gwyneth Paltrow touches on what life is all about, accepting your flaws, but not being afraid to rock that lipstick. I had just got done doing my daily routine of grooming and put down the mascara tube. With one more glance in the mirror to appreciate the look I had created. I headed to class. When I sat down in my seat and begin settling in, a fellow classmate leans in to passively mention how boys usually like the more natural look and how she could never waste that much time on getting ready. While my confidence about the choice to apply a smoky eye decreases fast, I look away to see the girl next to me with the same exact look. I start to realize my not so original makeup is more common than I thought. Now, most people may be fine with looking for others for approval about the way we wear clothes or apply make up, or lack there of, more Americans should experience how makeup can make you feel when you look in the mirror and not what others say. Additionally, make up is a creative way to express your-self and find it to be better in an enhanced face than a naked one.

When I was only a little girl, I had been told that true beauty came from within. Yet as I grew up, I noticed that looks mattered. From their attractiveness, race, age, or gender, anyone’s image was always up for scrutiny. Under those circumstances, I grew up thinking that if people were to judge me based on my appearance, that I should judge them the same way. Though, as I became older, I at some point learned that how a person looked wasn’t always in their range of control. A person simply isn’t born with the choice of picking what they look like, nor are they born with the choice of having a genetic disorder or disease. In that case, I believe that nobody should be defined purely based on what they look like.