“Acceptance” “Beauty: When the Other Dancer Is the Self” is an inspiring and motivating essay by the iconic african american writer Alice Walker. In this essay young Alice Walker describes how she was an outgoing and sassy young girl, until it all tragically came to an end. One day when she was playing with her older brothers, a BB from a gun her brother was using struck her in the eye. After this incident, sadly, she becomes blind in one eye. After this incident her personality then changes dramatically. Walker becomes ashamed of herself due to her eye being different than others and misses out on life. Later in her life she eventually accepts her deformity and her own self. This essay is very powerful and is very relatable to my own life
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When roaming the halls kids and friends would pass me and it would always seem as if they were looking down on me. They were actually looking down “at” me due to being quite short at the time. I would hang around friends and family and I would always be the shortest one in the room. I was different than most kids my age it seemed and I did not enjoy it one bit. I felt as if I was not normal, but abnormal. Instead of getting called “one- eyed bitch” (Walker 371) like Walker did, I would instead be called “shorty”, “midget, and other names that I was not fond of. This constant reminder of my height made me ashamed of myself. As I got older and into my freshman year of highschool I was becoming taller and growing, however still short. I was still ashamed and quite disappointed of my height at this time in life. Similar to Alice Walker putting her head down after her eye incident, my shame towards my height would hinder me from trying out for sports such as wrestling and football because I was afraid I would be too small. When doing presentations or anything in front of people I would try to be sick that day to not do the presentation. The reason for this was due to being insecure of my own self and being afraid of what people might say about me. This insecurity I had about my height closed many doors and opportunities that I once
When roaming the halls kids and friends would pass me and it would always seem as if they were looking down on me. They were actually looking down “at” me due to being quite short at the time. I would hang around friends and family and I would always be the shortest one in the room. I was different than most kids my age it seemed and I did not enjoy it one bit. I felt as if I was not normal, but abnormal. Instead of getting called “one- eyed bitch” (Walker 371) like Walker did, I would instead be called “shorty”, “midget, and other names that I was not fond of. This constant reminder of my height made me ashamed of myself. As I got older and into my freshman year of highschool I was becoming taller and growing, however still short. I was still ashamed and quite disappointed of my height at this time in life. Similar to Alice Walker putting her head down after her eye incident, my shame towards my height would hinder me from trying out for sports such as wrestling and football because I was afraid I would be too small. When doing presentations or anything in front of people I would try to be sick that day to not do the presentation. The reason for this was due to being insecure of my own self and being afraid of what people might say about me. This insecurity I had about my height closed many doors and opportunities that I once