Personal Narrative: The Truth Behind The Veil

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I don’t hide behind a veil anymore. All my life I’ve been incredibly passive, never getting into much conflict and hiding how I actually am. I was relatively silent even with my friends until the end of my Freshman year of high school. Yes, I’d occasionally start a conversation or two with my classmates, but only if I had observed that they were friendly. Otherwise, it was as if my mouth had a jammed zipper on it, and it would only open after much effort. Now I’m a Senior, nearly out of high school, and I no longer fear showing how I really am. In fact, I sometimes talk too much!
There were a few factors that made me so timid, and I haven’t really thought about them until now. One factor is that I’m overweight. Probably the first time I felt ashamed for it was in second grade. During P.E., we’d sometimes play team sports, and usually the teacher picked
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We had a P.E. class together, and each day he’d do everything in his power to make me upset, such as tripping me and calling me names. This went on for a few months, and I hated going to school solely because of him. One day after class in the locker room, he tossed a football at my head and I decided it was enough. Instead of confronting him directly, I told a vice principal. After a meeting discussing the bully’s behavior, I was told that they’d do everything they could to make him stop. And they did, the very next day the bully avoided me and never teased me again. I was very glad to be free, but I grew too untrusting of people in the process. I was a little hostile whenever a kid approached me, since I was worried they’d try to bully me as well, and I closed myself off to new friends. I started keeping to myself more. I had a best friend though, and he was the only one I was actually myself around. If it weren’t for him, the psychological damage from the bully would have been

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