Personal Narrative: Don T Judge A Book By Its Cover

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Georzianna Browne Essay #1 : Categorize Everyday someone in this world is being categorized by their looks, actions, behavior, etc. Over the past years I have been categorized in many ways. Due to the way I presented myself and the way I spoke, many others made assumptions of who I was. I was once told “Classy women don’t wear belly shirts, short skirts, or tight clothes”, so people assumed I was “Trashy”. Have you ever heard of “Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover”? People judged me based on what I looked like, and the actions that I made. People didn’t know how I actually was because they didn’t bother to get to know me, they based me off their assumptions and characteristics. I will …show more content…

People constantly talking about me, started eventually bothering me, I felt like I was trying to fit in somewhere I actually didn’t fit in. I totally understood why people thought of me the way they did, I didn’t present myself like a lady, I was 14-17 acting like I was 25, which was around my relatives ages. I was hurt sometimes when people called me names, I felt like the world was against me, People was so wrong about me, I wasn’t a “hoodrat”, or “trashy”, or anything else. I was still a virgin, I didn’t have boyfriends, or anything else. I was always worrying about school. I was top of my classes, I was smart, outgoing, enthusiastic, etc. But, no one seen that side of me but the people I had class with, Everyone else was was making assumptions of me based on what I looked like, the way I acted, and the way I presented myself, I always responded to these assumptions by ignoring them, but overtime it started bothering me too much where I actually sat and thought about what I was doing, and how I could change the way people thought of me, Once, I did my life did a complete turn

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