Many things pass my mind once I experience them, but this incident left me with a traumatizing repercussion. The first day of 7th grade had arrived, and I was terribly nervous. For as long as I could remember, I had always been that kid that got overly anxious for first days, or any type of social situation for that matter. My anxiousness was most probably fostered from the sheltered environment I grew up in. I was constantly ridiculously too shy to socialize or interact with new people.
Often times the personality, appearance, and very identity of a child is stripped and manipulated by the people above them in the industry in order to appeal to the public and bring in as much money as possible. These children usually are given no say in what they do daily or who they are. This has a great effect on children, because during their earlier years normal kids are often discovering who they are as a person and where they fit into the world. Forcing these young stars to transform into someone they are not just for financial gain can have negative effects on the way that the child views themselves throughout the rest of their life. They may feel that their authentic self is not accepted or not good enough.
This violence that arouse in the city changed my life completely. The violence changed my daily routine even though my community was not directly affected. As my freedom was eroded, my family and I were forced to adapt to new life styles. Being a teenager, I was not allowed to go out as often, and I was not permitted to roam the streets of my beautiful city
They require many changes and new rules. Students don't enjoy their loss of privilege, which can lead to rebellion against the uniforms or even the school's supervisors. When I was in elementary, my school had uniforms. I was a brand new student, not looking forward to wearing a navy, red, or white polo shirt every day. My very first week there, I got in trouble for wearing a slight maroon shirt instead of bright red.
When it comes to our world, the real world, the one without the fiction and details, everyone can be dissatisfied. All of us, live in a society where we take for granted everything we have. A perfect example is us, the teenage community. We live our life with tons of unnecessary temper, going day by day being furious, believing the world owes everything to us. Don 't get me wrong, there 's many teenagers that appreciate everything that is done for them, but the majority don 't. We want things made our way, to our liking, and nothing else.
More than often we encounter a coming of age experience in our lives, whether we meet someone that changes our philosophical views and in result change our lives, or we endure traumatizing events that make us that much more stronger. Nonetheless we have all been through a coming of age experience and in most cases of our lives it is because of acts of rebellion. We rebel at very young ages when we want to test things for ourselves and touch a light bulb or stove when our parents have told us not to. We also, more commonly, rebel in our teenage years attempting to mature and begin to live our very own lives apart from our parents, siblings, and even peers. There are numerous books and essays regarding coming of age experiences where rebellion plays quite a significant role and, in most cases, is the main theme or reason behind the coming of age the main character or even the author (assuming it is a memoir) experienced.
At that time, I was a very shy and introverted child. So I was excited but also afraid of making new friends in new place because I wasn’t good at talking with people that I meet for the first time. During the entrance ceremony of elementary school, I was literally about to cry because of full of new faces. (I was also a crybaby at that time.)
In my freshman year of high school I was the most awkward kid in every single photo I appeared in, my pose was inelegant and my expression was often fatigued. I did not live with courage. However, that’s not to say that I lived with cowardice. I more of lived with vagueness. I’ve always been an individual, but through much of my life it was not loud independence, it was quite quiet.
My Personal Hero We all grow up different, that is a fact, some don’t need any help to get by, but some need to be held while walking with life. Growing up it was very hard to get Andrew and I as the correct person, indeed we were twins and that spread a lot of confusion across many people. As a twin there is a twin that always seems more dominant than the other, and I was more dominant than Andrew. Naturally I was less shy and more outgoing, but I had no idea that just because I wanted a high notoriety, it would leed me into a terrible schooling life. There were days I didn’t want to go to school just so I could avoid my bullies.
It was as if, I spent most of my childhood following other people like a puppet bounded by strings and chains of command. In addition to that, I was bullied constantly in my younger years by my peers and even myself. Spanish was my first language and my difficulty speaking English added to the mockery I received in school. Entering middle-school, I lost my motivation to do well in school. I can only recall my experiences in middle-school crying and alone in the shadows.
“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” This beautiful quote stated by Steve Maraboli is directed towards women, but instead should be directed towards both the male and female audience. Body shaming has been around ever since we can remember. In the early 1900’s was when the perfect body image movement really started.