I convinced my mom of getting a “keratina”. I finally got rid of that poofy hair I had. Before my “keratina”, I remember standing in the mirror for hours complaining on my hair. “Entre más lo criticas peor. Empieza a decir que es lindo para que veas como cambia”, my mom used to say; and she still does.
Bullying: Could Destroy the Future (In this Reflective assignment, I applied Kolb’s model as my framework.) Every day before I sleep I just had one wish. My wish was waking up with a remarkable increase in my body height, and in every morning I was disappointed why my wish didn’t come true. Nothing can change a reality of a thing that I had been genetically inflicted with. From an early age, when I started to feel I’m shorter than my colleagues and classmates.
When I was fourteen years old, I decided to add blonde highlights to my hair. My best friend at the time had them, and I felt like I needed them too. For a while she had tried to convince me to get them, a lot of students began to start experimenting with their hair, so I decided to give it a shot. After my highlights had grown out, I decided to dye my hair blue, in eighth grade,my parents didn 't say anything about it, and at the time I never understood what can happen to my hair from using hair dye. Once I started high school, I spent more time dying my hair.
At the age of fourteen I considered myself too young to use makeup or style my hair using a blow dryer. Despite, all my flaws I had a great sense of humour and was quite intelligent in school; I hoped that others would take my good qualities into account when judging me. Being ugly has caused me a lot of misery in my life. It took me many years to accept the fact that I was too short to be a model, too unattractive to be an actress, and I didn’t have the voice of a singer. But none of this could ever compare to the agony that Jade caused me to suffer through.
We both made a 3D rose it was extremely hard because I had to be careful not to mess up. Afterward, I was annoyed and frustrated at how long it took me to make a rose gelatin. Later that day my aunt told me "Rosa the secret to make a perfect gelatin is to be patient and be creative". The next day I decided I wanted to make a 3D Blackhawks gelatin, my aunt taught me. It took us the whole day to make it, it was a big accomplishment.
Thinning Hair? A New Treatment Offers Hope At 42, Ava started losing her hair, her was next to go. She was scared if she kept her practice of blow drying her hair would make her long straight dark hair shed even more. To remedy this, she changed her sleeping patterns, and would wake up and shower two hours earlier so she would have the time to put in mousse and volumizers. She would then air dry her hair and when this was done hide bald patches by pulling her hair back.
The behavior I will attempt to change is hair pulling. About ten years ago I was diagnosed with trichotillomania because I felt I couldn't control pulling out my hair from my scalp. Since the diagnosis, the actual hair pulling has fluctuated. There were some years where I almost forgot that I had this problem, and other years where I could only wear my hair up to hide bald spots. The past two years I have noticed myself pulling out my hair less and less.
At age 11 I stepped up to do some of my mother’s duties while she was gone to work. I took care of my little sister who is 8 years younger than me. I cooked, cleaned, washed my uniform every day after school, before I sat down to study or do my homework, I was a brilliant study which was why I was in college at the age of 15, after doing a few semesters I was given an opportunity to come to the United States. I t was the hardest thing I have ever done, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave my family behind and moved to another part of the world alone but I wanted a better life for me and my family that was the main reason why I decided to leave Belize. I moved to the United States, no money or knowledge about America I struggled for a long time so it was difficult for me to go to school and continue my journey to become a nurse but it was something I always
“Hurry up Rachel, or we will miss our flight,” shouts David up the stairs to me. “I know. I just need to put a few more things in my bag, and I will be ready to go.” Ever since our engagement two years ago, I have been counting down the days to our wedding, but more importantly, our honeymoon to Paris, France. I began planning this trip at the age of twelve. The itinerary was perfectly created in my favorite Barbie notebook with the schedule down to the hour.
That lasted until December of that same year when Jannie was born, everyone can see that she got more attention for the next few months after she was born. I could not complain for two reasons, one I literarily could not talk yet, and two I was given the same treatment when I was born. The Christmas after we both had turned three we were given our first bikes, Jannie’s being red and