What Is Self Image Essay

Everyone, no matter who they are, has worried about their appearance in a negative way. I am among those in society who have struggled with appearance and took it to a point where it was terribly unhealthy. The following story is about my journey where throughout my life I struggle with my own self image.

My story starts at the beginning, in this case, my childhood. In my youth, I was a free spirit with no care in the world. I didn’t think much of what others thought about me, I just acted like myself and that is what mattered. I did not live in fear. I wasn’t afraid to pursue new experiences. I often wore all sorts of clothes because I loved to be someone who I wasn’t just for my enjoyment. Sometimes I even dressed up in girls clothing and

One stemmed from my doctor when I was fifteen saying I won’t grow anymore and I’ll remain around five feet and four inches. This is unquestionably short for a guy at the age of 15 and even for an adult man since I wouldn’t grow anymore. I knew I could not modify my height, but still hated how tiny I was and I was lowering my self-esteem to unhealthy levels.

My height wasn’t the only flaw. Two more prominent flaws began to stick out to me my glasses and my muscle mass. I had been wearing glasses since I was eleven, but at that instant I felt they made me ugly and different than everyone else. For muscle mass, I was also unusually thin for a fifteen-year-old boy (about one hundred and eight pounds) and had barely any muscle compared to a majority of boys. These two problems combined with my height and many more flaws took a heavy toll on me; making me feel that I was doomed to be ugly forever.

The damage I was doing to myself was unhealthy, but I still continued to feel so ugly. There was a point where I felt I was going crazy. Feeling unloved by anyone based on my repulsive appearance. Not only did this affect my opinion about myself but started to bleed through my own skills. I told myself, “I will never be good at anything. I am untalented, unskilled and never will be

I was slightly afraid of what others would think even though it’s not uncommon to see men with pierced ears. I wanted to pierce them for me and me only and since then I have loved them ever since.

I discovered what I liked about my body and what I put on it through the trial and error process. I painted my nails and I still do on occasion, but it isn’t my kind of style. Fashion, on the other hand, I started getting back into. I tried stepping up my apparel from careless and sloppy to well attired and presentable. I began to eat healthier to help my mind and body. I even changed my hairstyle and was so happy with the way it was cut and it probably became one of my best physical features.

Through experimentation, people often gave me compliments which I highly appreciated, but I have experienced judgement which was what I was afraid of from the