My Defining Moment Essay

In the third grade, I was the tallest girl in my class. Being born tall is normally considered a blessing; however, I was not only the tallest girl in my class, but the tallest kid in the entire third grade. A part of me liked being tall and all, but at the same time I also had hair dripping down my chest, and breasts, and I was only ten years old.

Everyone hears about cancer ruining the lives of young girls, but no one ever hears about the girls whose pituitary glands are leading a rebellion against their youth. I became the victim of medical mayhem which resulted in my skin full of needles, and numerous hours spent in my favorite blue waiting room chair. I was forced to miss school to lie on my back while the physician's educated me on why my bones are ten times their normal size. I was forced to ditch birthday parties, family gathering and my eighth grade graduation because my endocrinologist thought I deserved hormone stabilizers instead of birthday cake. I was forced to grow up just so the doctors could inject me with an elixir intended to slow down my growth.

My sentences were incoherent, but made perfect sense to me. My mother thought my vision was impaired. She was afraid that I could not see what I was writing. Dyslexia is not a stigmatism, but the optometrist did find I was not using my right eye. I closed my left eye to find my right eye’s world was wriggling static blobs melting together like glue. By this time I was in high school, sporting thick frames around my eyes, and spinning words in my mind into beautiful tapestry, but coming up empty when I put a pencil to