Personal Narrative: My Identity

At first glance I looked innocent, incapable of causing any harm. My face deceived everyone. No one expected such a small, shy, sweet, girl like me to be a bully. Unfortunately, those who did get to see my true identity cowered before me. Yes, I was a bully, I admit it. I tormented my family, my friends, and anyone that tried to cross me. I was a monster, I didn’t fully realize the destructive path I had formed until the damage was done. Be that as it may, I have changed, and it was all due to the one person who stood up to me. Before I reveal their identity, I must provide the necessary details to provide the image of how, in fact, I was a bully. It was in my fifth grade year when my inner monster was out destroying the feelings of those who genuinely cared about me. In all honesty, I couldn’t care less what anyone felt, as cruel as that may seem, it was true. This was shown when I would constantly insult my older sister, Osaia. Her happy personality irritated me, like relentless prodding. Osaia was overwhelmingly joyful, positive, and sensitive. Consequently, I made it my mission to destroy her. I wanted to feel empowered, so I would call Osaia names, and tell her lies about herself that she would end up believing. She would cry and I

My family and friends, rather than leaving me, forgave me. I can proudly say that though I was a bully, I am now transformed. I am extremely grateful to all those who persisted in untangling the evil and anger inside of me. Just imagine the evil person I’d be now if it weren’t for my valiant brother’s words of veracity. I’m fully aware that this was only a fragment of what has transformed me, yet it has still left an imprint on my life. I know there will be further experiences that will continuously change me, hopefully into the best version of I can