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I was in the 8th grade when three words changed my life forever. At this age, I despised going to the mall, but on this particular day I was beyond excited to be shopping at the mall with my mom. Why? I was shopping for my first suit. I tried on plenty of different pants and jackets until, I found the one. It was A sleek, two-button black suit that made me feel like a million bucks. I pop my collar look at the tag on the shirt, then the pants... “Boys Husky Pants” “Mom what are Husky Pants”? Her eyes opened as if she had seen a ghost. They locked with the lady’s eyes who was helping us. Her eyes were just as big. I now understand it was the “this isn’t happening” look. I’m smiling as I write about it now, but in the moment this would lead …show more content…
Playing video games, reading books, Creating music; none of them seemed to do the trick. I often do these activities and love doing these activities but they were all distinctly different things and none of them were able to fill the void not working out had left me with. While I felt that if I couldn't exercise I could still eat healthy, I surprisingly began eating much more. The feeling of emptiness is something I thought I could fill with food but it only brought momentary satisfaction to the hollowness I was …show more content…
My school has a weekend league where alumni’s of the soccer team get together and play pickup games. I was very excited to see them and also just to play. I spotted one of my good friends I hadn’t seen since the past summer. We hugged each other and began catching up when he said “Dude… You’re looking pretty yeefed”. It's a long story but the saying was created by me and my friends to acknowledge we could tell the other had been putting in work at the gym. Almost automatically I responded “no dude, I haven’t worked out in almost a month”. The words came out so quickly that it was as if for some reason my brain wanted to convince others that I wasn’t “yeefed”. I was happy to hear him say those words but internally I felt I didn’t deserve it. Maybe that's why I was so quick to tell him I hadn’t been working out. I quickly pushed the thought aside and tied up my cleats for the soccer game. I played striker throughout High School but I asked my buddy who usually played left wing if we could switch for the game. Left wing comes with much more opportunity to cheat down field and cover more distance, and for the first time in my life, there is nothing I’d rather be doing than running. My first touch of the game came from a through pass that had a little too much power and was headed out of bounds. It launched me in an all out sprint to reach the ball. My first steps felt as I was a
It was my senior year of high school, I was sixteen, getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my senior year of high school. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup everyday and worrying about getting dolled up for school. I did not play sports. Don’t get me wrong, I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do like go to a school dance. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you do not play a sport you need to work!” My mom used to say to me “you know Alana back in my time I was not able to work so you are very lucky you're able to work.
As i practiced I began to get better and better. Show of hands how many of you have completely embarrassed themselves in sports. I for sure can say that I do that on a regular bases. Now if you're anything like me you know that when you start a sport for the first time. You have questions like my first question “ what in the world is softball”. Well now that I am a”softball”player I can tell you all it is to know about soft.
of these I entered, but I had hardly placed my foot within the door before the
started to change. “I was twelve and in junior high school and something happened that
It was the tremendous amounts of arguments amongst my parents over our tight financial debt, which taught me how to manage, respect, and organize money responsibly during my junior year. It was the numerous divorce arguments I heard from my bedroom walls, which taught me that love is not only demonstrated through words, but through our actions. It was the death of my favorite cousin, my best friend, Suleiman, which caused me, to be thankful and joyous for every day I have on this Earth.
It was my senior year of high school I was sixteen getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my year. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup or play sports. Don’t get me wrong I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you
6th grade, and I was saying hello, and now 8th grade has come and it’s gone from introductions to goodbyes as my last days as a middle school student wind down. 8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this.
He told me If I never wanted to be good as one of my teammates i'd have to work for it and change my attitude. That summer I spent most of my summer working out and getting ready for the upcoming season. I started doing it by myself then I started to get more and more guys come. That group of guys I worked out with are like my family I spent so much time that summer working out with one group of guys. We all changed our work habits and
that for a time I felt that I also lost myself in the process. I felt as if I didn't know who I
Have you ever had those moments where you are feeling unmotivated or zero energy to workout? I will be the first to tell you I have had these moments. Being involved in the fitness world, I love every aspect of fitness. For the past 5 years, I was working out 5 days a week and had my ups and downs with results. I am guilty of it, I would pick up a workout magazine and try out this crazy workout and just destroy my body. Sure, I saw some results but I was becoming more and more tired throughout the day. On top of that, I was only getting 5 hours of sleep and not eating appropriately to refuel my body. I know stupid right? I am human and I am not perfect!
It was the beginning of third grade but over the summer I had been reading so much I did the reading program at the Anderson township library. So when I went to school that year I was reading more often and when we had reading and writing assignment I would put so much effort in to what I was doing; unlike some people in the IEP class as me. I begin to excel at reading and
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If my life were a movie, that moment for me would be the first time I started biting my fingers on a boring car ride across the country to New York, my fourth new home, in the summer before fourth grade.
I acted happy due to the fact that I would finally get some pants ( inside, however was scared there would be none left.) I was as quiet as a mouse so I managed to get all the way to lost property with no one spotting me, then I saw them! The last pair of glorious pants. There were lots of holes in the them, but that didn't matter, they were pants!
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.