Reflective Essay: A Brief Story Of The Disney World

Disney World is one of the happiest places on earth; middle school, not so much. Every kid goes through those horrendous awkward years, and over time comes out of it thanking “God that it’s over”. Whether it be braces, baby fat, or a color-blind sense of style, the pre-adolescent stage is definitely the worst. Every time I look back on those dreadful years I cringe, but I know they’ve shaped who I am today.

My childhood was your typical cookie-cutter experience; a big house, white picket fence, a family that loved me. However, I had always felt different from everyone else. I would look around at my friends and wonder why I was the one who was overweight. For years I would try to diet, but as a little kid, I never understood what was wrong. My stomach bulged out, making shopping for clothes a constant reminder that I was different from other girls my age. Instead of worrying about the color of my crayons, the fear of disappointing my parents consumed me. By the summer of sixth grade, I decided it was time to make a change. Instead of wiping my tears away, I started wiping my sweat away on the treadmill after school. I became obsessed with losing weight and stopped eating junk food completely. Through hard work and consistency, fifty pounds melted away in a year. But I still felt out of place. Although I had lost all of the weight, I needed to regain the confidence I had been missing all of those years of

By using the same work ethic that had helped me lose weight, I not only made the team in 8th grade, but would eventually become captain of the varsity volleyball team and the Assistant Coach of the middle school team during my senior year. I chose not to dwell on my past failures, but instead to work hard in order to achieve my goal, eventually gaining the confidence and strength I