Personal Narrative Essay: You Are Beautiful?

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“You are beautiful”. That’s a phrase I definitely didn’t believe. I have always looked down on myself and I constantly found flows. I didn’t like my crooked “buck tooth” teeth and my curly hair was atrocious! Overall, I looked a lot different than other girls. On top of that, I was super shy, and could only open up to certain people. I was very insecure in my early teen years. I may not have seemed like I was super shy; mainly because I put on a façade, or a false image of myself. I tried to be someone I wasn’t, I tried to “fit in” and be like everyone else. It all started when I moved from 8th grade to 9th grade. I was frightened of becoming a high school student, everything started becoming a reality for me. I started panicking and started to think things like, “Oh my goodness, my grades actually matter now”, or “I need to find the right friends to be with”. I later on realized that I should not try to be someone that I’m not, because I am me, and that’s the best person I can ever be. The last day of middle school was interesting for me. It was a sunny day in June and everyone was just aching for summer, because everyone just wanted school to be done. …show more content…

I let go of all the false images of myself and let the real me shine through. My old “friends” ditched me and made fun of me behind my back. I didn’t care because I finally accepted who I was. This moment in my life changed who I am today. I’ve become more open with myself, and I’m free to who I am meant to be. It was hard for me to finally learn to accept myself as I kept looking at my flaws and attempted to fix them by wearing makeup, covering up my image. When I finally realized that my beauty comes from within, through Christ I can be strong. I can always lean on him, no matter what. Even when it seems like it’s the end of the road, I can and will still praise

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