Stereotypes Of Middle School

Growing up as an obese child wasn’t something that was easy for me. Anything I did, people always related it to either food or laziness. My classmates in high school had names for me that always hurt my feelings. Going to beaches or public pools wasn’t very pleasing to me as it was to other people, I was always that one awkward person who would jump in the water with full clothes. I was very conscious about my body and worried about what other people thought about me. Whenever it was time to shop for new clothes , I would always return sadly as the clothes I really liked would have neither fit me nor look good on me. I never wore any cotton material clothes as they were very thin and made me look a lot bigger than I really was. One of the hardest

When I was younger at age 8, is when my family would say “You will not always be so skinny, enjoy it while you can” Being 8 years old, I thought my family was crazy and was just trying to scare me. As I got older I ate whatever I wanted, assuming I will always have a fast metabolism. Little did I know, it was about to go down hill. At age 16, I realized my weight started to increase. The higher the scale went, the more depressed I became. I did not like how

Have you ever felt like you wanted to achieve something so bad but just don’t have enough energy or motivation to do it? Like eating healthy, running a marathon, become president of the United States. I felt the same but mine was losing weight. All through my childhood and adolescence I have been a heavy kid. I was involved in many recreational activities and sports such as baseball, soccer, and basketball. With all this exercise I felt like I would be able to lose this weight but I just kept gaining more weight. Later during my heavy weight period I started developing sad thoughts and for the most part anxiety. I felt like no one liked me and that no one knew who I was.

Kids in middle school, are enduring a time period in their life where they're becoming teens, who are becoming adults. Kids going into middle school are at a point where boys being friends with girls was somewhat acceptable, to adults thinking if two 11 year olds of the opposite genders are gonna have sex with each other if they're left alone together for 5 minutes.

Have you ever been judged before for the smallest and unimportant things you can imagine? Or maybe you have seen others getting judged for the way they act or dress. On September 16, at James Giles School 7th and 8th graders were having lunch and recess. The students were having a good time talking playing games and eating lunch naturally having a good time. A group of 7th grade girls were talking and suddenly another girls joined them. The girls that joined them was their friend because they would go to the park together and walk together after school. The girls didn't like the idea of joining them. The girls started being mean and judging her of what she wore to school. People that judge others in a mean way know that its mean and hurtful

Middle school was mysterious like unsolved puzzles. The mysterious part about middle school is what people think about you and why you care about everyone’s opinions. School taught me a few things other than classwork and homework. During the summer of 2017 and I used to believe that I could rely on other people who I thought were my friends. Plentiful compliments and support from my little-known acquaintances used to make to me feel better about myself. This is why I now believe that happiness is a choice that comes from you.

Growing up, I was always criticized about the extra weight I carried around with me. The negative remarks got into my head and one day I had enough; around the age of 12 I decided that I wanted to be “normal”. This led me to extreme diets and exercises and within a few months I was getting compliments. Little did I know, that the methods that I used to get rid of my fat, were not healthy approaches. I soon began to develop the opposite problem -- being too skinny -- and again, I was not happy with myself. When I got to high school, I saw all these physically fit athletes and made the conclusion that I had to imitate them if I wanted to look like them. First, I tried out for the soccer team. Every day, I would spend countless hours practicing

Since middle school weight has always been a struggle for me. I was always bullied for being the big kid in the class. It was not until my seventh grade year that my father told me if I drank water and no juice for a whole month straight he would pay me $50. At the time I did not understand why he was challenging me for something like this but why not do it and receive $50. Within that month I had lost 15 pounds. I was shocked because going into the bet I did not realize that I would be losing weight while drinking just water for a month straight. After losing all this weight I was able to maintain it until around the end of my senior year of highschool. This is when I started to become relaxed and not so active like I have been in the past.

Gymnastics was the one activity where I thrived. It allowed me to feel confident in myself both mentally and physically. Shortly before finals week approached, I made the decision of quitting gymnastics, as a result of poor grades and my coach’s personal life having interfered with her teaching. After my gymnastics career ended, I went through a period of mourning. During this period, my confidence plummeted, I began consuming food that wasn’t nutritious for my body and the thought of “working out”, never crossed my mind. I never acknowledge the fact that I was gaining weight, until I looked into the mirror at the start of the second semester in grade eleven. I realized that thinking I could get away with eating all this food and not working out, led me to gain twenty pounds. I had no idea how I was going to cope with this situation, I knew something needed to be done, but at that moment I found myself constantly judging my body and negative self talk. Everyday I walked past a mirror and looked into it, and thought to myself “why, why did you let this happen to you?” and “you’re so ugly now that you gained the weight”. The thoughts and the judgments became worse, I became

Over the years, I've learned that being big was a horrible but rewarding experience. As a kid, I would always have to adapt the way I played with other kids Knowing I could possibly hurt them or I couldn't keep up with them. Being physically big, made me feel bad about myself and started to resent skinnier kids because I knew I could never be like them. As I grew older, I realized I shouldn't be sad about my own life. Those kids I resented could be going through things worse in life than I could ever imagine. I realized that I shouldn't be depressed just because i’m overweight because it helped me with my morals. My size impacted my parents in a way that they both knew when it was enough that they wouldn't bother to continue an argument or

I was just starting to be influenced by social media, and at the time social media was saying the way a girl was supposed to be was "thick" and a little more developed than others. I however was the complete opposite. I was pretty much a stick, I didn't even weigh a hundred pounds until i got half way through high school. And it was not like i didn't eat. I probably ate more than most people my age. I just had a fast metabolism that burned up the foods i consumed which prevented me from getting any bigger. So i was cursed with an problem that i had no control over. One that I just had to live with because it was here to stay. If I had a dollar every time some on called me skinny i would be a millionaire. In youth everyones mother told their child not to pick on the "fat" kids, but what about us skinny kids? Sure being skill was not necessarily a health risk but as a child it still hurt just as much as being referred to as fat or any other negative name. If I was told by a pier that my boots didn't fit around my legs because my legs were to small, then you would never catch me in those boots again. I was constantly trying to avoid people pointing out that i was smaller than others. This insecurity was an on going problem. It was not solved until i became secure enough with myself to realize that i am happy with the skin i am in and perfect just the way god made me. Still to this day people love to point out that "i'm so skinny" or that " i have no meat on my bones" but i have leaned to respond with a simple i know and laugh it off. I do however realize that some people are not as fortunate to just be able to simply brush away the insecurities and be happy with themselves the way that I

From a young age, I have always been interested in sports and have been involved with many martial arts including taekwondo, kung fu, and Brazilian jiu-jitsu the later of which has become my love and passion. Even though I was involved with martial arts, by no means did I look physically in shape. When I was young, I was made fun of because of my size and weight. The constant teasing took a toll a on my psyche and, eventually, became my biggest insecurity. This insecurity became a huge shadow on my life and I began to notice that I let it define me: that I let it limit me and I used it as an excuse for my failures. Eventually, I decided that if I wanted to change how I looked then I would have to change my lifestyle. Instead of letting these

As far as I can remember I was always overweight, but I never payed attention to me being "big" or even "fat," because I felt normal. I never realized my size until third or fourth grade when it would be pointed out constantly and for years after. I never knew I would be facing a personal war that would later in life, change me. My family members had made fun of me, but I never let it actually get to me. Maybe, I hadn't loved myself or maybe I just loved food too much. A couple of years later about 8th or 9th grade, I wanted to make a change. I wanted to feel better about myself. I started working out, I started walking, then running. My mom and dad would even try to help me by getting me into Zumba and many other sports like soccer and softball.

My metabolism has always been as quick as the speed of light. One day an acquaintance told me that “I need to eat a burger”. As a child and teen, I ate fairly healthy and never paid much attention to my weight. My acquaintance’s comment continued to run across my mind: that I was too skinny. I tried to gain weight without much success, so eventually I just stopped caring what other people thought. It is my body, not theirs. I was happy with my lanky arms and small glutes. After that one comment, I then surrounded myself with positive, supportive individuals and separated from anyone who beat down on my self-confidence. This was one of the biggest actions I took towards loving myself. Furthermore across all social media, I began following more body positive pages and women empowerment pages. These uplifting, positive messages inspire me every day to get out and make my dreams happen. Today I am healthy and happy in my small, petite body with the biggest curve being my

No more will I go into dressing rooms and leave depressed. No more will I eat to fill my time and appease emotional needs. No more will I excuse being fat as “that’s just the way I’m built.” Once upon a time I was a size 6, with only 11% body fat. That was ten years ago. I put on weight as result to an emotional trauma, kind of a coping mechanism. And now I stand and tell people I’ve gained the victory over that particular part of my past. Now, I want to LOOK like it! I’ve had two kids, but I still want to look “hot” for hubby … I still want to have the energy to chase my kids around the yard and actually be small enough to help my little boy