Personal Narrative: Their Bodies

“Wake up sweetheart.” Ummm… My body starts its ritual morning stretch as I slowly come awake only to find something preventing my stiff arms from rising. My cloudy haze starts to lift and I realize it’s not just my arms that won’t move, my legs are restrained as well. Shit. My memory comes flooding back—Menendez. “I’m sure you have questions, but you need to drink to help flush the drugs from your body.” Drugs? That pinch, the bastard injected me with something. He places a bottle of water between

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

My brain wasn’t properly communicating with my body. I was trapped. My eyes slowly opened as my lungs took a deep breath in, then out. After a while, I started to regain control. When I could finally comprehend what was happening, I was left with a million questions. After getting up from the bed, I started to look around. Everything was in ruins. My once perfectly pristine hospital room was torn apart. I trudged through the rubble, piecing together the few scraps that were left. I shuffled across

When I first laid upon the floor and paid attention to my body, every part seemed to be on edge and tense. Even as the voice began to speak, I realized that I was focusing too hard on the instructions and not enough on executing them. Therefore, I had to begin again, in which I began to take deep breaths and with each release of breath, let the tension melt away. I noticed my neck was placed too flat on the floor causing tension, so I pulled my chin up, leaving a little arch to be more relaxed. I

ever Sunday. During the fasting period, I am not allowed to drink or eat anything from the sunrise to sunset. However, during the night I drink plenty of water so that way during the day I wouldn’t be thirst. My body does an incredible job to keep me in place by reserving more water. My body releases, “vasopressin or anti – diuretic hormone into my bloodstream through the posterior pituitary gland, and vasopressin acts on my kidney to conserve more water, concentrate urine and increasing blood pressure”

Mind Over Body I had to learn this lesson all on my own. It was hard and difficult to finally get the idea of my personal belief system. I believe it is mind over body if you can believe it you can achieve it. Just like the little boy playing with his fire truck when he grows up he can be a firefighter or anything that he believes he can be. Just like I believed that I would walk during my graduation. I actually got this idea of walking during graduation when I saw my older brothers graduation and

Reading this made me remember how I saw my body image throughout the years. During middle school, everyone seemed so interested in comparing themselves to what they see on the television, magazine, or in person. Honestly, it's difficult not to engage with others for the sole purpose of not being left out in the conversation. But hearing their self-criticism, I start to see myself slightly different. "My arms do look quite big, my thighs are way too thick compared to hers." As the years progressed

The next few moments were a blur for me. I remember little until the Paramedics arrive. During my forgotten moments, Dad said he experienced an out of body moment. He told his story several times in the following days. As he crumbled, he felt a raw flame of pain sapping his chest. He entered a light, which became a barren landscape. Through leafless branches, he saw a smaller light deep in the trees. He walked toward the light until the shadows of distant trees became several people waving to him

trinkets they gave me – random words and phrases in their languages forgotten and retaught, insights into their worlds and cultures, and tasty delicacies- allowed me a new perspective, an open mind, and much clearer lens to peak through. The student body of NYU is undeniably one of the most diverse. While on a visit, walking between so many different individuals felt like traveling the world in the span of a few minutes. With such versatility of people and knowledge,

During my first semester of Ballet I, I realized that there were things I needed to quickly correct such as, rotating my hips while having my leg extended out in a la seconde and landing in plié after doing small jumps across the floor and during petite allegro. After meeting with Professor Watkins she also informed me that I need to move from where I kept standing at the barre so that I could work harder at giving full energy. In that case, I quickly fixed that issue and every class I would stand