Last December, I was on my twin bed sitting by my window, blasting to Lady Gaga, when I came to the realization that I was never really me. The identity of the timid, smart Hispanic girl I had fabricated to please my English teachers in high school was not who I was. There are numerous amounts of people in the world who spend the rest of their lives not knowing who they really are, and a bigger quantity of people who hide their true selves; I was one of the few percentage who lived in denial of their sexual orientation. My whole life I rejected the possibility of fancying the opposite sex because of the environment I grew up in. In 6th grade when I was 11 years old, I was jealous of how much one of my female friends would pay attention to our
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Realizing who I was has made me become a louder, confident speaker because before a lot of my peers (even teachers) would call me quiet. They have even admitted to my face that if I were an animal I would be a small, squeaky mouse. This identity that was made-up by my high school peers frustrated me, but it never really pushed me to change. Nonetheless I believe finding my individuality is what helped me in my decision in going to the University of Texas Rio Grande Valley. I wanted to show my friends the real me, and for them to be surprised at what a loud, energetic person I can be so they can destroy the fake image they had of me in high school. In addition, finding my identity is what has made me subconsciously change a lot of my social skills. I am now able to carry a decent conversation with just about anyone in both English and Spanish and I can easily make friends with people in college. In a way, this was the new beginning of my life as a Hispanic, confident, bisexual 19-year-old college …show more content…
I have already told my 4 siblings and brother-in-law, but I still have not broken the news to my mother. All my life, I was taught by my big sister not to oppose our parents. Because we were Catholic, we were taught that being gay is wrong and that not believing in God was not tolerated in our house. I believe the suppression of these emotions is what contributed to my ability to write passionately about anything important to me. Coming to terms with my feelings and acknowledging them, I can better express myself not only in essays but also in daily conversations with friends and family. Now that I can write freely, I can outline and elaborate my arguments into sections easily without guessing what I should say to make my essays sound complex. I believe that without one’s strong emotions, a person would not know what kind of tone to use or which words will help illustrate their viewpoints on their
Realizing who I was has made me become a louder, confident speaker because before a lot of my peers (even teachers) would call me quiet. They have even admitted to my face that if I were an animal I would be a small, squeaky mouse. This identity that was made-up by my high school peers frustrated me, but it never really pushed me to change. Nonetheless I believe finding my individuality is what helped me in my decision in going to the University of Texas Rio Grande Valley. I wanted to show my friends the real me, and for them to be surprised at what a loud, energetic person I can be so they can destroy the fake image they had of me in high school. In addition, finding my identity is what has made me subconsciously change a lot of my social skills. I am now able to carry a decent conversation with just about anyone in both English and Spanish and I can easily make friends with people in college. In a way, this was the new beginning of my life as a Hispanic, confident, bisexual 19-year-old college …show more content…
I have already told my 4 siblings and brother-in-law, but I still have not broken the news to my mother. All my life, I was taught by my big sister not to oppose our parents. Because we were Catholic, we were taught that being gay is wrong and that not believing in God was not tolerated in our house. I believe the suppression of these emotions is what contributed to my ability to write passionately about anything important to me. Coming to terms with my feelings and acknowledging them, I can better express myself not only in essays but also in daily conversations with friends and family. Now that I can write freely, I can outline and elaborate my arguments into sections easily without guessing what I should say to make my essays sound complex. I believe that without one’s strong emotions, a person would not know what kind of tone to use or which words will help illustrate their viewpoints on their