Personal Narrative: Peanut Butter

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“I don’t even know what to say,” she murmured nervously. “Just talk about your life, how you got here, your family, friends, anything that comes to mind,” I smiled across the small cafe table at her. “How I got here…” she repeated wistfully. “I started out with nothing,” she said, looking out the large window next to her towards the crowded street. “Whenever I would go to friends’ houses I would eat peanut butter with them, my family didn’t buy peanut butter. We never had enough money to ‘waste’ on frivolous things like that, so I never had it at home. One year for my birthday, my brother got me a peanut butter sandwich. That was all. Just a sandwich. Yet it is one of the best gifts I’ve ever received and I’ll always remember how happy I was when he gave it to me. “The other present that I’ve always remembered is when we lived in Reno, Nevada,” her left hand rubbed a delicate …show more content…

And of course, being a little 25 year old assistant with thousands in student debt, that sounded like a great idea. So this friend showed me how to gain followers and popularity on social media. I soon had 250 thousand followers on instagram, everything was happening so fast, and I was spending a majority of my time getting the perfect picture to post for my followers. My social media followers were all I thought about after a while. I was always late to my job; I watched all of my followers’ likes and beat myself up whenever I didn’t get a lot of likes on a post; I did every brand deal that came my way not caring if it was actually a good brand; I stopped eating because I thought I needed to be a size 0 in order to be thought of as pretty. I was killing myself over something that was supposed to be an easy way to make a little extra

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