Look Homeward

It 's about knowing and accepting who you are.” Imagine yourself in a world where everyone was confident with his or her looks. How different would your life be? No need for makeup or stressing to maintain a certain image. Just think of all the time you’d save just being confident with who you are! Statistics show that over 50% of teenage girls are self conscious about their looks. Social Media is negatively affecting confidence in woman and distorting what true beauty really is. Apps like Instagram

It’s getting closer. Much closer. Charlie looks at me and says, “Move back and protect Danny, now.” Without hesitation I move Danny to the back of the cave and sit in front of him. Charlie peers out of the opening of the cave and through the opening of the bush. Looking around his head I can see

low growl in her throat nearly inaudible. Kyra understood all too well what was happening and she pitied the fool beneath her. “Kyra,” Queen Szilvia grabbed the elf’s attention, without bothering to lower her stare. “Teach him what happens when you look the queen in the eye.” Kyra bowed her head respectfully before turning back to Alistair. “Hold him still, please” Kyra said in deceiving honey tones, the guards themselves slightly terrified by the gleam in her crystal blue eyes. They obeyed her order

"I really don't like him." My dad said his whole family a bunch of freaks." "I like him" The girl said in the group of her friends the girl or [Y/N] had her [H/L] [H/C] hair in the style her mother put it up in. With her khaki, blue pants crinkly with her red uniform vest on loosely on her body. "You've gotta be kidding me [Y/N]" Kyara frowned as she raised her tiny eyebrow. "Him, are you sure [Y/N] but he's so mean to others!" Shainya yelled as she threw her arms in the air. "Well we all don't

and flow, he turns into a pinion in the wheels of industry. When he develops again on the manufacturing plant floor, his frenzy sends him into an offbeat skip, splashing oil in laborers' confronts, curving his wrenches on everything in sight that looks like a jolt. Outside the production line, the Tramp spots a lady with prominently large bosoms punctuated by shock like catches. He pursues her with a wild glimmer in his eye; as of now, the Stifler has satisfied itself without doing with the proposed

be perfect all the time. When Amy tells the reader how she changes her appearance, she states: I remove from my purse a pair of scissors and bunny brown hair dye. I shear off large chunks of my hair… I put on a pair of outdated wire-rim glasses and look in the rearview mirror and smile again. Nick and I would never have married if I looked like this when we met. All this could have been avoided if I was less pretty. (Gone Girl 236) For Amy’s entire life, she had to be perfect in order to live up to

the library and sit across and diagonal from this girl who always makes me curious with the way she looks, the way she acts. Everyday I see her, sitting alone. It’s only seven thirteen and I know her friends will join her soon; I stay sitting across from her. Everyday, my curiosity grows. I see her all day and I know next to nothing about her. She sits alone most of the time, an almost forlorn look plastered to her face. Alone now, I know she sees me. Her eyes dart up at me as I sit then return

trainer as I feel beads of sweat running down my forehead. My whole body is numb and my mind is racing while I try and recall everything I had learned. I look into the crowd and just see darkness. I can hear people chanting my name. The lights are all shining on me. I look across the ring and see my opponent. He stares me down but the look on his face does not phase me. I turn around as my trainer gives me the last piece of advice. Then the bell rings. I take a few steps forward and immediately

said with caution and truth. “So if a duke was to ask for your hand that wouldn’t make you happy?” Edward asked with a bemused look on his face. Sophia could see the look in his eyes. He was daring her to say that it wouldn’t, but he assumed that it would be a lie. He was just like all the other men that Sophia had met. He only cared about himself and what he would look like with Sophia on his arm, there was no room for

The children’s book Watertower, by Gary Crew and illustrated by Steven Woolman, is simple when individually read in text and illustration, but when placed together becomes unusually complex. Most eight to twelve year olds who would read this story could find it amusing or entertaining, but when read by someone older and wiser, they might apply past experiences to form opinions for each element in reading the illustrations and text individually, then combined. The reader is able to construct his