Personal Narrative: A Story About My Leg

Let me just start out by saying that this is weird, mostly because I’m going to to attempt to write a story about my leg, which, let’s face it, isn’t that interesting. Granted I have to stand on it and I kind of depend on it for walking, but it is still just a leg. Even for a leg it kind of sucks at its job. For instance, last year around February I had to give this big speech (and by big I mean huge, like 1000 people huge) and I stood up in front of all these people and my leg just wouldn’t stop shaking. By shaking, I mean violently shivering from the relentless stares of people I didn’t know. At the time I was worried that I might fall over or trip, but luckily I spared my humiliation for another day. The thing I learned that day is not

that I have an incredible fear of public speaking, it’s that my leg can’t seem to handle being in front of other people.
Ever since that day I’ve had multiple instances where my leg would just flail around like a fish out of water. It happened when I auditioned for drum major, for countless DECA speeches (which is basically an organization of business students dedicated to furthering students understanding of business), and even for the only time I’ve ever asked someone out (side note: that didn’t go well). Despite all of this time that my leg has spent in front of other people it still shakes like someone exercising with one of those shake weights. At this point I just let it shake to its heart’s content; what am I going to do about it? I can’t just tell my leg no as that would be completely rude, and if I were to ask it nicely it probably wouldn’t stop. I just embrace it now, it’s one of those flaws that everyone has, but no one really likes.
Now my leg could represent my deeply rooted fear of public speaking or it could just be a dumb leg; I’ll never know. But what I do know is this, just because one thing impairs my ability to do something, just because it makes it harder to accomplish my goals, just because my stupid leg won’t stop shaking doesn’t mean that it’s impossible to achieve my dreams, to accomplish my goals, or to prevent my leg from shaking. I refuse to let my boring, shaky, stubborn, annoying, and stupid leg to get in the way of my dreams. If I can just accomplish my goals without focusing on my fears and shaking leg than I can accomplish anything, but let’s be honest, that will never happen. My leg won’t just stop shaking because I tell it to, unfortunately it wouldn’t listen. I have to recognize that this a obstacle that I have to face whenever I get up in front of people, but it is a obstacle that can be overcome in the presence of my asspirations. Let’s face it my leg is a little bit boring, but it is also part of who I am; all my flaws and my all my strengths, all my blemishes and all my perfections, it’s all me and my leg, my interesting leg.