Why Is It Important To Become Successful?

I have not and will never forget those series of events. This time hurt me but also helped build upon my character. It was my freshman year of high school. I had decided to play soccer, which was not a hard decision for me since I had played travel soccer pretty much my whole life. Also my brother was in high school at the time and played for the boys soccer team, and had my dad as his coach. He loved it and was having a great experience playing high school soccer so of course I like to follow in my brother’s footsteps. I was very nervous at first. There were over eleven seniors on the team, and they were pretty intimidating to me. During the summer, I played with the varsity often and enjoyed it. As I kept playing with them and performing well, my nerves lessened. Finally when the actual season rolled around, I was put on full varsity. All my hard work had paid off. I was one of the two freshman put on varsity. I was ecstatic. I was actually very lucky at getting put on varsity because at this point in my life I played purely out of natural talent. I was never one to put in extra work outside of practice and be disciplined in the way I lived my life. I never really strived to be the best I could be. Making varsity made me somewhat of a threat for the older girls. Some were happy for me, others did not like the thought of a freshman on varsity. These girls were hard coore they were bound and determined to make it to state that year. They were not going to accept anything less than amazing. This put an incredible amount of pressure on us younger girls. I remember going to every practice nervous that I was going to mess up and they get mad at me. I never really felt at ease with them. In the first few games I got good playing time. I was doing really well. I was finally getting comfortable out there on the field, but that was not the direction God was taking me and with one swift kick of the soccer

I was constantly looked down on, as through the practices, varsity players continuously knock me down and run me over. One varsity player named Jordan Zorbas hit me so hard I felt like a crash test dummy. Later in practices, the varsity roster was taped to the locker-room’s wall. I couldn’t place my name on the list, meaning that I was on the freshman team. I remember thinking,“ Why couldn’t I make it, “ but deep down I knew why. I began practicing with the freshman team at linebacker. September 7th we had our first game against Ida Baker high school. I remember making the first tackle of the game, with me wrapping the running back and stripping the ball from his meaty hands. Although I started the whole game, I was not satisfied with my performance and felt that I should’ve done

I gave up on football for a little bit because I didn’t know if I would be able to play at the next level because how short I was and how small I am then everyone else that plays at the next level.

My height had always been a thing. It was the reason why I switched from baseball and soccer to basketball and volleyball when I moved to China. And it was also the reason why the middle schoolers

Remarks like this still had a way of leaving scars, despite having heard them over the course of 6 years. It made me feel as though no one took me seriously. I wanted to start sixth grade on a clean slate, meaning no more comments or jokes being made about my height. Since I was entering into a new school, I figured that there should be a new me. For that reason, I thought, “why not try to grow?” After contemplating an answer to this question, it had finally struck me: milk! Before you knew it, I went off telling all my

After the bullying stopped something didn’t feel quite right. I’ve notice that I changed enormously and gained confidence. Also I made amazing friends throughout the harsh journey that were there when I needed someone to talk to. I started surrounding myself with positive, caring people. I’ve also learned that even though I may go through some rough time it will always get better. Also to always speak up for help regardless of the

I really didn't notice the way I looked, size and weight wise, until I started middle school. That's when the body shaming began. I would walk down to the cafeteria, filled with some of the most ignorant children, who would say the most ignorant things. I remember one day I was standing next to a little girl similar to my size and a boy came up to us and told us, we looked like twins, fat twins, and from then on we were named the “fat twins”. The body shaming got worse from there. All throughout middle school kids would pick on you if you were too “skinny” or too “fat”. They would also pick on you if you were “too tall” or “too short”, but no one ever knew what the perfect size was.

Since I was a little girl I was always mentioned as the tall skinny girl. I don’t remember ever thinking this was an issue and didn’t seem to mind it at first. Of course I didn’t know better, and was very shy anyway, so I was always very quiet and didn’t say much or think much. This all changed later as I got older and got into elementary school and teachers started bothering my mother with private meetings threatening to say something if I didn’t get checked out by the doctor. I remember it being a constant problem for my mother to explain that this was in fact normal for my body to be this way. As I got older I started getting annoyed by my friends and other students at school and being told I was anorexic and people asking me strange questions about my eating habits. It was very frustrating since I had a very large appetite and still would get grief for it and accused of doing things on purpose so I didn’t have to be like the rest of “them”. I found this very difficult and it made me very insecure. As I got older and older it kept getting worse and then I started thinking when is it ok to start accusing these people of being fat? I don’t think it was ever ok. This type of thinking made me think I wasn’t pretty enough and made me

I have always been picked on by other because of my weight. They used to say, “You’re just a fatty who will amount to nothing in life.” Over time, I begin to lose confidence in myself and felt ashamed to be born into this body. I would find myself hating myself and wishing I could be born in a skinner body. No one could accept me for who I was until I joined choir back in middle school. That was the first time that I felt like I belong somewhere and did not want to hide. When I joined the choir in high school, that was when I started to gain back my confidence. My freshman year I had made into the advance women choir which made me feel like I can do more than what those kids told me when I was younger. My choir teacher taught

From that day on, I was verbally and physically bullied. I could not walk down the hall without being terrorized and horribly criticized for being intelligent. The kids would constantly say, “You think you’re better than us,” “You are a teacher’s pet,” “You’re not black enough,” “We are going to kick your butt.” The kids also used lots of profanity along with those hateful and hurtful remarks. The kids would bump into me on purpose trying to start a fight, push me into the lockers, and mess with my food. One day after school, while on my way to volleyball practice they cornered me. They verbally taunted me again. So, I decided to stand up for myself and be proud of who I am.

I’m quite tall for my age. 5”7 to be exact. I am tall enough to experience the “Do you play basketball?”, “How tall are you??”, “Have you grown?”, and “Seriously, someone put a brick on her head to make her stop growing!” These things have never really bothered me, until one fateful day a girl came up to me and exclaimed, “You’re never allowed to wear heels!! Because then you will tower over everyone.” And that statement made an impact, much bigger than all of the other statements that I have received in my life. Why, do you ask? It’s because this little girl tried to tell that I was not beautiful

I was 4'6 and still managed to get on picked for the team for basketball, though probably being one of the shortest people in the group. Basketball has been a sport I've always liked, and realizing how hard it really was to actually play was a hard pill for me to swallow. During the period of the season, I spent the time in basketball off-season to practice on what needed to know and what can help me during next season. After the basketball season ended, our head coach called us all to the gym, and began telling us it was time for a new sport; Track and Field. she told us it was for the best of the best.

Have you ever wanted something so badly in your life you would give up your own life for it? Many of us have felt like that at least once in our lives, whether it involves landing our dream job, getting accepted into the school of our dreams, or even getting that special someone. Willpower means having the determination and drive to accomplish whatever goal you might have. Having a strong willpower will only benefit you, it will help you overcome any obstacles and give you a push to never give up.

Based on my past experiences and the video clips, my definition of leadership is having the ability to guide a group of different individuals and put them on the right track by not dictating, but participating to reach that common goal. A person who takes on a leadership role is charismatic and is open to other people’s opinions. When a leader sees a situation unfit, he is not going to bark orders around, but is going to work with the team to efficiently complete the task. Taking on a leadership role means you don’t mind being accountable for whatever may go wrong. You show no fear and is always one step ahead. You identify you and your team’s strengths and weaknesses to best come up with a plan to be successful. Leadership is a role many people want to obtain but only so many can acquire.

I still wasn’t going to get breast implants, but at least I was no longer self-conscious about being called Long Legged Hendrix behind my back when I was in boarding school. Now I knew it was more than just an insult. It was jealousy. Once again I caught myself looking at all of me in the three sided mirror giggling and having all thoughts of inappropriate ideas. Whoever was disturbing my…