Insecurity
Growing up on a farm with two older brothers, I was a bit of a tomboy. From birth till I was about seven, my favorite toys were Tonka trucks and wooden guns. I would wrestle in the mud with the dogs, and after I worked up an appetite would challenge my brothers to identify who could eat the most, the quickest. At the age of five I took scissors to my hair, chopping it into a pixie cut, so I could “be like my older brothers”. I innocently wore my barn clothes to school, as they were more comfortable than skirts and forgot to brush my hair. My kindergarten picture shows my hair in a rats nest, my head cocked to the side with a large crooked smile and bright eyes. Slowly, that yearbook picture began to change, though, and my innocence
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It seemed like a great idea, until I went to school with manure still on the bottom of my shoes. That day at school nobody wanted to sit by me. I had no partners for our 1st grade addition project, and on the playground no one wanted to pass the ball to me during soccer. I came home crying to Mom, sad that I didn 't have anyone to play with. My mom told me it was my own fault, and I needed to put on clean clothes. My mom picked out my clothes, but she wasn 't girly either, so I didn’t mind. Clean jeans and a hand-me down Royalton T-shirt from my brothers was my usual attire, in contrast to the girls in a pink dress, with pink leggings, pink shoes, and a pink bow on top of their pretty braids. These girls intimidated me, but the boys always seemed to tease them the most, and wanting friends I would tried to blend in as well. I began to wear the dresses I usually saved for Sunday morning mass, and my mom, picking up on my change in attire, bought skirts, and a sparkly butterfly shirt, that easily became my favorite choice of clothing. Towards the end of my time in elementary I had progressed into clothes from Aeropostale and Hollister. When I went into junior high school the clothes came from Pink, Wet Seal, and other expensive brand names. I didn’t necessarily even care …show more content…
Youth Group. One of the trips they partake in every year is a Steubenville Catholic youth retreat. On the trip our group wasn’t allowed to wear tank tops or shorts. We were forced wear clothes over our swimsuits and couldn 't bring hair tools besides brushes and ponytails, and worst of all, no makeup. We were also expected to eat fast food every single day, and were supplied with limited activity. Most of the time we were sitting and kneeling. It was on my knees though that I found my real purpose. On Saturday night Eucharistic adoration when the monstrance appeared I was washed away of all my insecurities. I was fed by the word and my physical and spiritual strength was tested. The tears that streamed down the faces of girls around me turned black from eyeliner, and I was relieved that I wasn 't wearing any myself. For the first time in years, I didn 't care what anyone else thought, just what my savior did. I realized my purpose wasn’t to please others, but please God by loving myself as he had created me. After adoration all the teens were invited to confession. There I told the priest about my inner struggles and he taught me a meditation I still use today. I spent 10 minutes meditating on how I was always “good enough” while the priest prayed over me. Never had a achieved such a deep sense of
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I was ten years old and my grandfather had recently had surgery to fix a brain bleed and was deteriorating rapidly. I was about to head to my soccer game when my mom phoned us, and then we rushed over to Victoria General Hospital. We met my uncle and my two cousins in the parking lot and then went up to the hospital room. It was a large room with lots of windows and we had it all to ourselves. Throughout the morning we sat at his bedside and played cards and each of us went up to his sleeping body and told him one thing that we liked about him. Between trips to get ice cream, telling us his stories from the Korean war, playing cards and rides on his scooter, I thought we had covered what I valued most about his company. We also had a wonderful nurse that checked on us periodically and spoke with mom and her sister about the care he was to receive. I was too young to understand most of these conversations, but I remember that he offered tissues and brought in a chaplain. My mom grew up in the Anglican church and so I feel that by having a spiritual leader there in my grandfather’s
I got baptized. I don’t know how to explain how that felt to someone, as I can imagine that is a different feeling for anyone. As I was walking up to the pool to be baptize, I had this vision of God watching with a smile on his face, so pleased so happy that more of his children are coming to him. I don’t think that it was just a onetime thing. I think that God is always rooting for me and rejoices every time I say “Yes I am your child and yes, I want that relationship!” I think it 's easy for me to understand this because I am a parent, a parent to one, but none the less a parent. I find it easy to compare it to my love for my son, though my love is not comparable to God’s
I started wearing what I wanted and not just what was popular. I didn’t have close connections with my friends at the time either. Most of them gossiped all the time, and that’s just not me. I had been stuck in my shell for way too long in fears of being an outcast. The first day of trying to come out of my shell I was made fun of, but I didn’t care near as much as I thought I would. These people are making jokes about me but don’t have any clue who I am, what I’ve been through, or what my future holds. So why even give them the time of day? I kept on wearing what I wanted and actually made life-long friends who were into the same things as I was. It does not matter what you wear or how you look honestly. The only thing that should matter is what’s inside of you, and you shouldn’t be discouraged to express that in fears of someone not liking you. “Those who matter don’t mind, those that mind don’t matter” (Theodore Suess Geisel.)
I remember when I was in high school I would wake up every morning dreading the thought of “what am I going to wear today?” I remember seeing girls in school who would always have new clothes and I would wish of a wardrobe with name brand clothes. With my parents having three daughters in school who didn’t require uniform I could just imagine the nightmare it was for them to have to take three girls shopping all the time.
Dressed in unisex clothing, no makeup or hair done,like usual. I browsed the makeup section, and men’s clothing section. Some men's clothing was in the cart and I held a beige purse. During broking the norm, many people starred at me as I grabbed the men’s clothing and held it up to myself. I tried not to communicate with my friend as she observed the others watching me. I believe that some children, girls were affected the most. One little girl said to her mom “ why is that girl dressed as a boy? I want to dress like that!” I feel as if many children looked at me and wondered why I looked like I was dressed more masculine, rather than more feminine. The children also probably wondered why I was in the men's section instead of the women's section. I do not believe males were affected in the process of conducting the social experiment unless they felt uncomfortable that I was shopping in their section of clothing. My target was to influence women who do not like dressing feminine to dress how they want and not let anyone bother them. I kind of felt awkward making the changes to myself because usually I wear a lot of makeup and a v neck type of shirt with skinny jeans or sometimes a dress. So it dress out of my comfort zone was a little odd. Breaking the norms I felt nervous and a little unsteady. I second guessed myself multiple times while walking into the men’s section. My friend kept laughing at me and at first I couldn’t make it look like I was seriously shopping for men’s clothing. Soon I got over it and just broke the norm. It was pretty difficult to break the norm, as many people I knew were walking past and saying hi and I did not look like my normal self. It was very difficult for me not to talk to others about what I was doing. Mostly because I knew some of the people and they asked why I was not dressed like myself. It was hard to keep character or what I was trying to portray when
I must have rehearsed a thousand times what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. I rehearsed so much, I began to visualize the meeting. Monday came, I prayed fervently, asking the Lord to remove my thoughts and replace them with His will. Remove the flesh and allow the Spirit to manifest in my life. I walked into the room, greeted by my principal and vice-principal. My words to them were simply; pray form me, because my flesh is week. At times my pride consumes my thoughts and actions. As I walked into the conference room, preparing myself one last time for my rehearsed words, something happened. I began to feel a sense of peace and calm, which was invigorating. I listened to both mother and father and heard their allegations in regards to my treatment of their daughter. But the one thing that resonated in my mind, the one thing that lingered, was when I heard the father say, “My daughter thinks you don’t like her.” Wow, what...
During my seventh grade year, my church went to a youth rally at a local church on weekend. Because of this rally and the message it sent, I realized and wanted to give my life to Jesus through baptism. It was awesome, I got home as a young teenager and actually talked to my mom about what it really means to be a Christian and to pick up your cross and follow him. So that very next weekend, my dad baptized me in front of the whole church on Sunday morning. It was an awesome feeling knowing that because of Jesus’ grace and mercy, I will be with him one day and spend eternity with him. Although I was on top of the world at this point, I still didn’t know fully what I had gotten into. So the next few years, I live the typical Christian life. I was trying to be the perfect person by doing the right stuff, I would try not to cuss, I would try to wear as many WWJD bracelets as I could so that I wouldn’t have to talk to them about Christ and they could just see it on my wrist, I would not join in on conversations with my friends that I knew were not right, I was just living life on cruise control.
Everyone struggles with insecurities. Insecurity plays a role in how people view the world and the way they present them. An insecurity is a trait that makes you feel out of place in society. Another way to say it is being fearful or afraid of what of something that could be or what will be in one’s life. This something can carry on with you during elementary, high school or even after college. Feeling insecurities are apart of human nature and there is no point in feeling ashamed about them. My biggest insecurity was my massive burn scar on my left arm. This insecurity originated back when I was 3 years old, it made me feel like I was not like other people, and I would always feel hurt about it.
Anybody that knows me knows that my passion and goals in life have to deal with fashion. If I could be anything in this world I would love to be a designer of some sort or at least be in the industry. When it comes to clothing and style it just comes easy one of the easiest things I’m good at. Fashion is an art form it allows you to express your view on style anyway you choose. And to me I feel like nobody has the right to judge that. Style hasn’t always come easy to be though just like everything else it takes time and practice it’s still a work in progress. When I look back to my middle school and early high school years I wonder deeply about my choices, middle school had to have been the worst. I was going through a colored jeans faze, I would wear bright yellow, honey mustard yellow, sky blue, purple, and pink. If somebody were to name a color I probably had jeans that color. It gets worse though because I would have the worst possible combination choice of shoes to go along with a matching bead necklace and bracelet set, followed by a grey or navy blue uniform shirt. It’s clear I had no idea what I was doing the best part is I was being myself and that’s all that matters. No matter how much I think my style has grown I’m only human and will look back and probably wonder why I wore the outfit I’m wearing sitting here writing this essay.
Everyone wears clothes. They can be a statement, a style, or a definition of who you are. They can also be a simple necessity. For me, clothing has meant different things. As a child, I wore what my mother gave me or the hand-me-downs from my sister. I never questioned how I looked, but I liked to dress up. In middle school, I became more concerned with my appearance, like most girls. I tried to keep up with the fashion, but what defined the fashion? Magazines and television were the big ones for me. I wanted to look beautiful; thus, I wore what the beautiful people showed me I should wear in hopes that I could be just as beautiful, or at least as fashionable. I had a huge desire to be fashionable, because in being fashionable, I believed I could be popular.
Everything always seemed hopeless. Every conversation I felt word down, and I wasn’t even experiencing what that young person was! One Friday I took our youth to an old-school crusade (Do we even use that word anymore?). I can tell you from the bottom of my heart that there was nothing special about this event. There were no cool lights, average sounding music and even I struggled to understand the message. The guy literally gave a boring 20 minute sermon with and an altar-call. I have no idea what he was trying to say! To my surprise, however, God was busy