Personal Narrative: Growing Up In My Body

Growing up, being comfortable in my body was not the easiest thing for me. I often compared myself to other girls and how they were thinner than I was, but often times I tried not to let it get the best of me. One day in the sixth grade, I started to get bullied for the way I looked. I got harassed by people I did not even know and for no apparent reason other than I was fat. The bullying was put to rest for the rest of middle school and came back again sometime around my freshman year. Being bullied and not being able to accept myself was my weakness. I luckily met someone my freshman year who helped me to begin accepting myself. My Spanish teacher Mrs. Romero helped me come to realization that I shouldn’t really care what people say …show more content…
People would think I wouldn’t hear their rude comments as I would pass by, yet I heard it all. Through the course of time, my confidence wasn’t the highest and I went through some rocky times with myself. I began to self-harm by cutting my wrists from time to time when I felt pain. I guess it was a form of “making myself feel better.” But I realized that doing that wasn’t going to help me in any form, only make me worse. I also realized that I needed to love myself for me and not care what anyone else said. Mrs. Romero taught me to just forget about what others said and focus on myself and school because in the long run, those people saying comments weren’t going to matter later on in my …show more content…
Loving myself was a huge one and not caring what others said or thought about me. As long as I was happy with what I was doing, that’s all that mattered. I grew confidence within and became a brighter person with an incredible amount of amazing friends. Mrs. Romero continued to be there for me ever since my freshman year. If it wasn’t for her help and words of advice, I don’t know where I would have been. She told me once how much I reminded her of herself when she was young. Along the lines of not having the perfect body and succeeding academically. In Hellen Keller’s “The Day Language Came into My Life,” she talks about when her teacher who is helping her, Mrs. Sullivan, takes away the new doll that she doesn’t want. She writes, “I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed.” Keller is happy to know that the doll she wasn’t enjoying was taken away. For me, the discomfort that was removed was the bullying that was occurring and hurting my self-esteem. I finally began to grow happiness once the bullying ended and I started to love