I woke up this morning with a terrible headache. I reached for my soda by my bed and took a swig of cola. The liquid went down my throat, and I could feel my body slowly come alive as I broke the fast with the caramel liquid. Getting out of bed, I walked over towards the bathroom to take a shower. I looked into the mirror and beheld myself. At six feet, tall and two hundred and forty pounds. I wasn’t built like a brick house, and I wasn’t lean, my body was flabby but not fat. I had black hair that would be considered “medium” per most video games. My eyes were a dark blue, and my face still had traces of baby fat. Overall not attractive, but not entirely ugly, just a normal eighteen-year-old. I went about my morning routine of taking a shower, brushed my teeth, and put on deodorant. I walked into my kitchen and prepared myself some breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, and another cola. I sat down and began to dig in and turned on my television and set it to the news. I took a look at the clock in my kitchen, and it read it was eight in the morning. All of the sudden I heard a “ding.” Followed by a strange voice, and letters appeared in my head, “Hello mortals, it is time to start your planets evolution. It has been put off long enough, about a thousand years …show more content…
That soon changed, when a feminine voice decided to fill my skull. She said “Congratulations! Your planet has been chosen to evolve. The lowest level of evolutionary energy is being injected into your planet. Mana is now available for you to use. Animals will have a jump start evolution because of the mana in the air. One month will be given to prepare before new species will be migrated towards your planet. Think status to show you your status. As of right now no one else but you and deity class beings can view your status. When the new species migrate, some will have the capability or tools to see your
Is it worth losing your inner beauty, to have a pretty body image for an alternative? The famous best-selling author Mandy Hale states that “Outer beauty pleases the eye however inner beauty captivates the heart” (Mandy Hale). In the novel Uglies written by Scott Westerfeld, the protagonist; Tally Youngblood, is blinded by the society she lives in that impacts her perspective on her body image. To begin with, Tally goes through a significant development that alters her mind set. Moving on, the time period and locations that take place in the novel assists on exposing Westerfeld’s prominent overall message.
Proud of my tomboy heritage, I’d dogmatically scorned any attempts to look pretty or girlish. A classmate named Karen had once told me I was beautiful, and by the third grade two boys had asked me to be their girlfriend, all of which bewildered me (62) While there is a common transition among pre-pubescent or pubescent children to an increased concern in appearance, it is evident that Grealy’s fixation on her outward appearance takes an unnatural turn. Being a cancer survivor undoubtedly changes one’s self-perception. Initially, Grealy pursued affirmation and acceptance from her
As soon as they left I had to take some nasty tasting pills that left an acrid taste in your mouth after you swallowed them. The pills were obviously supposed to make me feel better, but I wasn’t all so sure about them working. I found myself later laying down on my living room sofa when I started to smell something sweet from the kitchen. I walked over and found my mom making pancakes and bacon for breakfast. “I made breakfast because I know you must be hungry.”
This morning was hell. The will to lift myself from my friend’s couch waned exponentially and spoiled my insides, costing me my first class of the day. Consciousness devolved into a haunted, sleepless void. I want to die. How my friends convinced me to get up that day, I don’t know, but every aspect of my surroundings was plagued with a layer of desaturation; my gut, caked with viscous contempt; my wrist, decorated with gnarled, carmine stripes.
Unknown Hi i’m Bella. I look like a happy go lucky African american woman. Well to all that say that they only got one part right in that whole statement. I’m an average african american woman. I have nothing and no one to truly call my own.
I ran, and ran, and ran, until I started shrinking. I eventually got small enough to where Skylar could pick me up with her finger with ease. "Look Vishnu, she's turned into a young grasshopper." giggled Skylar. Vishnu came walking towards us, picking up the clothes I had on, it was a small, long sleeve shirt, small enough to see my stomach and a short, flowy skirt, both the same shade of boysenberry purple.
In them article “Let Them Eat Fat” the Author, Greg Crister, uses concrete facts and figures to buttress his arguments. Several researches were considered. There were also comparisons among race, culture, gender and social classes. For instance, “In 1998, Dr. David Satcher, the new U.S. surgeon general, was moved to declare childhood obesity to be epidemic. "Today," he told a group of federal bureaucrats and policymakers, "we see a nation of young people seriously at risk of starting out obese and dooming themselves to the difficult task of overcoming a tough illness."
The wind started to blow faster and faster. I tried to resist but there was nothing I can do, for I was only a helpless Airborne Fluff. We were cotton-like seeds that flew around and were controlled by the wind. We are like tiny clouds that floated around and humans liked to squeeze us with their sweaty palms. “Ahh!”
Please let me live!” he said with 1,000 times more fear than 30 seconds ago. “Know this,” he began to utter “if I find you back in my domain it will not end like this. Now LEAVE!” The Scylla transformed to a bird and flew away as fast as he could.
I am awakened by the bright light seeping through and around my black-out curtains. The clock on my night stand reads 3:02pm. I realize it is Thursday my night off from work and that I actually slept 6 straight hours with no interruption (that’s a record since I started working nights at the hospital). Still drowsy I toss my covers off and peel my listless body from the comfort of my cozy bed. I stumble down the stairs to the kitchen where I turn on my Keurig and realize it is “THURSDAY!
I walked into the small cottage kitchen with a bowl of steaming soup, and I saw my grandma and my grandpa sitting amongst my family. They all seemed very controversial today, so I walked to my table with my soup and sat down slowly. Mother looked at me with a sulking expression when I placed my napkin on my lap and started to eat my slightly warm biscuit. “Something very important happened today, my dear.” My mother looked down, as if she were trying to tell herself this was just a dream.
While gazing at the stars on a beautiful winter night, I received a phone call. It was mother. Whimpering, she said "will you please come to the living room. " My mind racing of a million thoughts, "what did I do?" "I hope I 'm not in trouble."
In the chapter “Kura” from Baby No-Eyes written by Patricia Grace it is written by the grandmother in a letter to her grandson Shane who is tell him a story about the past. The story is told by the point of view of the grandmother as a young girl who was put in charge by her grandmother to take care of her little sister or what they call “tiena”. She was in charge of bring Riripeti to school each day and to make sure that she stand in line in school. Riripeti did not know a lot of English so school was hard for her. She did not know the students were talking about in class or when the teacher would ask her question and she would not answer.
As a freshman in highschool I was five foot one and weighed about ninety two pounds. I felt like I wasn’t ready for high school physically but I managed to get through freshman year alive. It wasn’t till mid sophomore year that I decided to do something about my image.
I would have never experienced such wonders if I didn't let go of my fear. All these years, all the photos and all the stories that my friends have told me have come true. Shimmering scaled creatures swim past me in the search of something. Each having a different direction to go to. I saw luminous corals, languorous turtles silhouetted in the deep blue of the ocean and hundreds of tropical fish.