Personal Narrative: This Is My Instagram

Identity is a complex ideal that everyone struggles with. Consequently, people often will not act as who they are due to a fear of being ridiculed. To me this is such a ridiculous time waster, instead this time people waste on being someone else could be used for much more meaningful memories. Society makes people feel like they have to fit a mold, yet I personally have learned from my dad that it is a necessity of life to accept who you are.

At a very young age, I began making my own decisions and putting myself first. After my parents got divorced, my mom decided to move. The move wasn't small. In fact, it was a very large one. We were moving halfway across the world. I did not understand why we had to move but I knew my mom would always make the best decisions for our family. First, it seemed cool when I was telling everybody. But then it hit me hard, knowing that I wasn't going to see my friends and family for a very long time. At the age of eight, I did not understand what was going on. I felt like I was out of the loop. I was going to have to make new friends and meet new people even though I did not know the language. Even when it came to finding something to eat, we did not know how to order food. It was a great struggle that was hard to overcome.

I consider my identity, interests and personality to be as if it was a chain, one which is all connected to my family, and the environment in which I was raised. As a kid, I was always extremely organized with everything I did. From cleaning my room, to making my school binder nice and neat. My mom always taught me to be efficient in every way I could to help me achieve everything I wanted better and faster. There was times where I would share rooms with my brother. His side of the room was always muddled and disorganized, and mine was all in order by colors and sizes. I was a weird kid, obsessed with neatness.

How does one define their identity? What are the most important things in life to you? Many cannot answer this question. It’s a problem many people face and try to find a solution to. Everyone is born into different cultures, families and even communities, but how we define our identity is from our personal attributes, our skills and abilities that we possess and even our interests and hobbies. If there’s something about you that you believe defines you in a big way, this could be considered your identity. Our identities are a complex interworking of genetics, our cultural and familial upbringing, spirituality, social circles, personal choice and taste, our community, as well as many other traits. I have an identity that specifically pertains to me. It’s been forming ever since the day I’ve been born and

I always loved riding scooters at the Muncie Skate Park. I was horrified of the idea of one particular ramp. It was a quarter-pipe that was vertical more than half-way down the ramp. It was also fourteen feet high when you were looking down from the top of it. People call going down a ramp “dropping in.” I wanted more than anything to be able to drop in on that ramp.

Putting me in this situation that I don't like. Getting seductive every sexy white girl I see or something is chasing me. this is a big huge mistake that causes me to be in my lust of nature. That I can't possessive their fears of silence and dishonest myself to be in their handsome favorite heart. This is sick when there are trying to kiss me, the dirty feeling when there are trying to get in my pants, and mind trick gross when they want sex whenever. They want to touch my body so badly and so I let them touch me. It hurt me so much that when they use me has their own sex tool and I let the dark ruin my heart. That makes me be use by them like a sea siren of beauty. Then I push them away so I could inhale and exhale in my life again. It's

There are those who know from birth exactly who they are--chef, lawyer, doctor, gymnast-- and there are those who take a little longer to figure it out. Until very recently, who I was or who I wanted to be was as unclear as it could get. You could say I was one of those cliché teenagers who was longing to "find themselves"; hoping that one day the fog would lift, and my eyes would be opened.

As a young girl in elementary school I would get the question “what are you?” As a junior in high school, whether in school or in the grocery store, I am still frequently asked that same question. I used to feel embarrassed of my identity when they asked what I was. My usual response was to slightly laugh and tell them I was “mixed.”

“Bang!” There goes the clamor noise of the gun that scares me every time. As I’m sprinting I feel the gush of wind brushing against my face, almost like a miniature fan. I am never going to stop or give up just because I am in second place mid race. I am going to keep being unwavering.

Even my close friends say that they don't know me well. I don’t feel sorry about this because it is the product of my efforts to hide my identity. Born half Japanese and half Korean, I have been secretive as to my identity since I have never been welcomed in Korea and in Japan. The Koreans have shunned me for being a descendant of the people who colonized them brutally, while the Japanese distanced themselves from me, saying that I am one of those who keep demanding apologies that they had already done.

Last year after hearing of Yale Young Global Scholars program in Beijing, contentment felt all over me. The truth is I was always obsessed about China. I could never wait a time I would have my feet in the world‘s biggest city. Beijing connected along with Yale University had my imaginations right. Learning, interacting with new diverse cultures, experiencing college life, and so many other were stories form a friend who got into the program last year. Time could not fasten until I saw the application form online and immediately created an account.

' what makes me myself rather than anyone else is the very fact that I am poised between two countries, two or three languages and several cultural traditions' (Maalouf , A, 2000), which emphasise my identity and how this is an essential part to my identity. For example, I am an Indian, who wears salwar kameez ( traditional Asian clothes), who loves eating Asian curries with hand, who speaks Hindi and Punjabi with my parents and relatives (the most common languages spoken by an Indian), I am an Indian because I was born in India, an Indian who prays and visits the Gurdware (Sikh temple) every Sunday ,and lastly ' visiting others' such as cousins and relatives are considered a very important part of an Indian culture (Kenner et al, 2004).

So today, I am 5 months and 29 days clean of my eating disorder and 5 months and 13 days clean from self-harm. I feel like im human again. I may not be where i need to be, but i am definitiley in a better place than i was a year ago. It's taking me a while to fix all the broken things within myself, but slow progress is still progress. Let me tell you though, recovery is terrifying when you don't know who you are without your sadness. One thing i always got told though that will forever stay with me is, " You are not what he did to you. You are not what she said to you. You are not what they think of you. You are you." because loving yourself first is the most important key to feeling better about everything and trusting, not only those around you, but yourself. Make yourself a priority once in a while. Self

One of the things that always bothered me about the idea of immortality is, as you can guess by the title, persistence of self. Identity. Whether I'd still be ME, in any way that matters, after a large period of time.

Around October 2007 I joined the world of social media and technology. Ever since then I have learned and been able to discus different topics and issues that I would have never been exposed to had I not joined the technological world many years ago. The internet has motivated me to take force on social movements, learn about the world around me, and also learn more about the people and events close to me.