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One of the hardest things to do is to figure out who you are as a person. For a long time I thought I knew who I was. My parents taught me to be selfless and kind despite what others do to me. I lived a life sheltered from the harsh truth that sometimes being kind all the time leaves the door open for someone to walk all over you. The people that showed me this side of the world were none other than the girls I called my best friends. After that, I learned a little something about myself and something that I could teach other people. I learned about being confident in myself and that standing up for yourself makes you a stronger person, Since grade 6, I have been friends with the same people. Being new to the school, I took the opportunity …show more content…

The longer I spent with them, I discovered that they were very passive aggressive towards each other and would spend time gossiping about each individual in our group. However with me, the ridicule and disapproval came upfront – a fact of life that to this day, I cannot conclude was a blessing or a curse. They mocked me for my naïve views on life, for believing that it was okay to be an outcast; that being different was not a bad thing. Their happy faces as their sickeningly sweet voices ordered me to tie their shoes, get them food, and follow them wherever they needed me. From grade 7 to high school, I endured 2 years of torture from the people I called my friends. Today, I am especially saddened by the fact that I remained oblivious to this treatment because I was so addicted to what little attention they gave me. I was a lost lamb; too scared and vulnerable to speak up. I hated myself for never satisfying their command. I became isolated from everyone including my family. I tried to force a circle into their square shaped box. I was their dancing monkey, a pet for them to play with when they were bored. My only purpose for them was to do the things they could not. I was the slave, no, the puppet of the …show more content…

With her support, along with the support of the rest of my family, in grade 10, I found the strength to fight back. The lamb became a lion and I discovered how to defend who I was and who I wanted to be. My journey to the person I am today began, the moment I finally had the courage to leave them. With that one action, I blossomed into a rose; beautiful and sweet, yet I still had thorns to protect the person I became inside and out. Not one person pushed me around ever again because I learned to value myself above all

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