Personal Narrative: My Body Image

The Hole That Opened My Eyes It was a cloudy, cold, and windy winter morning. I remember the day I felt so embarrassed because everyone around me was laughing. I was a chunky fifth grader who was ashamed of her body image and hated it when it came to playing sports in PE. I was one of those kids who always got picked last. Additionally, I was always getting yelled at because I was not good enough of an athlete. I wanted to prove my skills. I wanted to show them that I was capable of being a good player. I also wanted them to know that my body image did not reflect the talents I had. I was in a place I did not see myself in, especially at that moment. I never expected it to happen. Although, it made me realize one thing about myself, I learned that you just have to love and be yourself because no one is perfect, everyone is unique. On that Wednesday morning my PE instructor told my classmates and I that he needed two team leaders. Of course I hated it. I preferred when he created the teams so I did not have to go …show more content…
So I ran as fast as I could. I realized that I was in the middle of the field and finally someone decided to pass me the ball. I was running so fast looking at the soccer ball from an angle. My body was running forward and my head was turned to my left side. I was so excited and nervous at the same time because I was going to reach my goal and prove them wrong. As I was running I was able to hear my feet slamming into the muddy grass. I was about one fourth away from the goal net, but I did not expect what was about to happen. The muddy soccer ball came towards me like a cheetah trying to catch its prey. Somehow I missed the ball and I did not see the horrendous hole that was covered with muddy grass. Before I knew it I was on the ground. I was sunk into a hole with mud all over my faded blue jeans. I was wet and dirty. Of course everyone saw me fall down and started laughing at