My Path To Self Reflective Essay About Myself

I’ve been asked to write about myself before. My mom, my doctors, my friends, everyone has told me that this is the first step to self-clarity. Another professor, Emily Shreve from this semester’s COLA100E course, had just asked me “...to set aside all the futurity anxiety… let yourself focus on you, now. Who are you at this point? What have the past years of your life brought you? What are you proud of accomplishing? What do you wish you haven’t done? If you do this--without that future anxiety!-- you might find that paths toward the future become surprisingly clearer. Not completely clear, not certain, but clearer.” So I plan to start from day one, document all that I have learned, and hopefully explain why I am in IDS. I was born here in Vegas and the first place I remember living was a house by Palace Station. We were poor. I drank out of old yogurt cups and ran around mostly naked, as tiny children do, chasing my brother (who is still,

They would count grapes and eat cabbage for every meal and compete to see who would lose the most weight the fastest. They were both over 200 pounds, but I thought it was something I should try, too. I would weigh myself to decide if I could eat or not. As I started to hear more about how numbers don’t matter, it’s about how you feel, I started to feel discontent with every aspect of myself at every angle. I started to care about dress sizes, but I still haven’t gotten into exercise; I’ve kept it about food and numbers.

It’s worth noting that even before the divorce, I was pretty bad. It was first-grade when I learned the world isn’t fair: the bad kids get the most attention, if one person acts up, the whole class is punished, and those worksheets for homework/classwork are busy work and they don’t matter. Nothing matters. Well, surprisingly enough, things actually get worse as you get older, especially with puberty, more life experiences, more outside