Personal Narrative: My Personal Monsters

I have aged enough to know that there are not physical monsters lurking beneath my bed or in my closet waiting to make their appearance in the brink of the night. Instead, I get the burden of “grown up” monsters, the monsters that don’t go away with a goodnight kiss or a nightlight. My personal monsters aren’t super scary in the frightening, yelping manner, yet they define a new category of much deeper presence. These monsters are insecurities that have built up a wall blocking my view from the real world and creating a perception within me of a false, negative reality. I have grown up in an era of massive monstrosity through my society that revolves around achieving and maintaining perfection in all aspects of life. My internal monsters are there to remind me that I’m not a size zero, lack luscious curled hair, have failed more than a couple tests, and do not have everything together even half of the time. These monsters like to put me down and make feel less than adequate, capable, and worthy. These monsters personify my insecurities and make them debilitating. These monsters control and dictate through the false ideals they present to be as “normal.” However, the reality remains the same, yet it takes a nightlight to see what these monsters present me from seeing clearly: no one around me …show more content…
I have realized that at some point in my adolescent years, I have allowed myself to be brainwashed by the destructive messages of society. These monsters have given me a way to hide behind my fears and self-doubts and have allowed me to adopt the unhealthy patterns plaguing my generation. I have placed my value in external beauty, the fate of my GPA, and the façade of perfection I subconsciously and consistently