An Essay About Myself

When making myself the self-improvement plan, there were two areas in my life that I wanted to focus on: religion and myself. I chose that I wanted to improve on being more religious because I noticed that within the past year or so, I have been distant with my Catholic. For example, I have not been attending Sunday Mass as much as I want to and I do not even pray as much as I used to. A lot of these acts are due to me thinking “I just don’t have time” and I always make an excuse to myself; this…

I will be interviewing three different people with a different relational type to help to see how I disclose myself and the way I can improve upon my relationships. I will learn how I communicate, why I communicate the way I do, and what I can do to improve my communication with others. Interviewing these three people, my sister, boyfriend, and teacher, will help me learn more about myself and how I communicate with others in different types of relationships. Open Self Oftentimes I will reveal…

beliefs intertwining with others and always changing. I often times have myself questioned when it comes to my values and ideas which reflect upon myself to interpret these questions. These ideologies change my perspective or sway my values simply based off of my social situation and surroundings, using the access to my sociological imagination to guide my expectations. Values and cultures are a very serious necessity to anyone, myself included, as it guides principals like languages, beliefs,…

to improve, I wanted to prove to myself and others that I could be good at sports. Next came the meets. I’ll never forget how terrified that very first meet. Can I get lost on…

easier than college. It can be hard to control myself from the temptations, but when I notice myself gaining weight it makes it a lot easier to want to go exercise and eat healthy. The second tip that can apply to me is “The student body image”, because body image is something that is very important to me. My brother is someone who is also…

definition of who I was. Starting elementary school, I was cripplingly anxious, not simply the occasional bout of nervousness most people get, but I was truly terrified of what others thought of me and incessantly put an incredible amount of stress on myself for only being in first grade. I couldn’t seem to grasp the concept that it was okay if I messed up, and that perfectionist stress shadowed me for eight more exasperating years.…

The Buddha Born into a world of monotheism, finding a peace with myself was beyond difficult. The rules one must adhere to were enough to confine one in a state of weakness and mental sickness. I admit Christianity was never going to work out for me although, as an eight year old, I was immature and unable to express my own opinions on the subject of religion and beliefs. However, as I grew older I felt the need to prove myself worthy of such opinions and so my academic determination put my…

Self-worth. Sounds simply right? Well not for me and many others. They say, “Just love yourself” or “Be confident,” but that’s not always so easy. I’ve struggled with myself image and self-worth since Elementary school. I remember not having friends and always comparing myself to other girls that were better. As a matter of fact, I still catch myself doing this today. I hit a really low point with my depression and anxiety. I was self-harming. Cutting. I know, I know it’s wrong and it’s…

starting to gain weight back. I did not understand why I was either. I was not happy with my appearance so I decided to take action and do something about it. What really made me decide to change was I started body shaming myself. I would compare myself to other girls and shame myself for not looking like them. I would always say I wish I could look like that or…

never could. From a young age I was eager to explore, to run and be free. The deteriorated bicycle in my yard was nothing more than a instrument into maturity. I could imagine myself cruising proudly down the block, relishing in personal achievement, but I just couldn't find myself atop the bicycle. Was I scared to hurt myself? Or was it much more than that? Was it the embarrassment of having I now understand success is sweet, but the satisfaction from giving a maximum effort is its own reward…