Girls I thought were prettier, more athletic, skinner and better at everything. I would try to convince my mom to take me to the expensive stores I saw they all shopped at. Hollister, Pink, Abercrombie, and so many more, but even then I still never felt like I was going to be as pretty. At that age I did wish all girls could be the same. I walk around school thinking I one day might be athletic, pretty, and skinny. If only I could wear the same clothes, workout, play a sport maybe I could be who I admired during those years. I still to this day want to look like other girls I see on tv, or in magazines the ones everyone idolizes.
Those images I had pictured are very similar to the narrator of “Harrison Bergeron”. I pictured a world where I could look like someone I admired. He pictured the world one day becoming a place where everyone was equal no one was better than anyone else. Everyone at some point in their life wishes the can look like someone else. The narrator and I as a kid just saw eye to eye on this situation. I now know that a world without differences is a boring place to