This is ME

Who am I? How do people see me? What do I think of myself? Questioning who I really am is something I really haven’t done. Being eighteen years old I would think I’d know the answer to those questions but I don’t! So how do you answer a question who are you? Knowing you already knows who you are but do you really? In hearing and seeing people talk about me I guess I’m pretty amazing but what’s underneath it all is a whole different me. A me that is hurt. A me that doesn’t have a smile all the time and a me who wants to be different!

I am a person who wants to be me, a person who wants to live life. I get so caught up with putting people before me that I never help myself. I let them get the best of me when sometimes they’re really not worth it. There was this girl, her name was Elena. She enrolled in the same high school that I was attending and being the person that I am I befriended her quickly not knowing what was ahead of me. At first, everything was great. We always had lunch together, my friends became her friends, she became a cheerleader just like me, and everything we did was together. Overtime, she became my best friend sooner or later I would find out her problems of being very possessive. Homecoming was right around the corner. My cheer coach had wanted me to run for queen but instead I told her Elena was running and friends don’t run against friends. She gave me this look of disappointment and told me to go home and tell my mom what I had told her. Later, my mom gave me the same look. Finding out who was running, it turned out that two of my greatest friends were running so I had decided not to vote but I didn’t tell anyone. Elena found out and this turned into one of our biggest fights. The entire school knew. Later in the week my coach pulled me out of class to talk to me. She said Veronica I’m very disappointed in you, you being the person that you are, she’s walking all over you. She’s only been here two years and she’s running for queen? She shouldn’t be running at all, you should! Turned out my mom told me the same thing. After that I still didn’t understand till the entire school was telling me that she doesn’t deserve to be my friend. I figured out that in the end it was all true but today we’re still friends just not as close. So I’m still asking the question who am I?

People see me very generous, very caring, very happy, and very loving. I truly am a happy person but they ask me how you are so happy with only a mother. Most of them ask me what happened to him, my father and I answer they’re questions because it doesn’t bother me anymore. My mom taught me that she is my mother and father; don’t feel that you’re missing something or that you’re left out because of him, I am him. So when people see me I always have a smile on my face and they admire that because they say that they still would be angry and they wouldn’t want to talk about it but I tell them it’s life and you can’t be angry at the world or at God for that matter when your dad did it and he’s not coming back. You learn to accept it and move on. My friends say I care too much, but the thing is some people don’t care enough so someone has to do it. Now being a college student I’m still the same person but I’ve visited my high school friends and they say something is different about me, like I carry a different kind of confidence. I tell them I’m still the same person but with a few minor adjustments. I don’t let people walk all over me. If you get me mad I will tell you something instead of keeping it to myself. They tell me going to that school was the best for me because you’re independent and you starting to think and doing things for yourself. I told them I’m going do everything I said I’ll do making my dreams come true and I can’t let anyone get in the way of that.

I see myself now and I’ve overcome so many things and it took so much of me just to find out it’s all about me. I see myself making my dream come true of being a doctor, I see myself with a family and kids. It’s going to get harder as my education gets closer to my dream. I’m pretty sure I’m a good person and no one could ever understand but me. I try to be me and some you can count on because I’ve been through so much. I can be there for you if you get to know the real me.

In writing this I’ve figured out some things about the real me. I’m still looking for words or for something to say about me and really know me! I still have to look inside me because I know that I’m a girl that doesn’t need a father. I’m a girl that doesn’t need possessive friends. I’m a girl who doesn’t need to be different to fit in. I’m a girl that only needs me and the few friends that will stay to really value me! Those are some of the things I’ve figured out but I’m still searching for the rest of me!

Beauty

How is beauty portrayedin the media? Is hair and having style all about beauty? What does beauty mean to you? The author in "Plaits" Mee Street Chronicles by Frankie Lennon is discussing images of beauty and obsession with hair in young girl's minds. The images os young girls back then has not yet changed from what is expected from young girls today. Today young girls must be a certain skin color like white or a perfect tan color, a certain hair type like silky blonde or brown, a certain body figure like tall and skinny, etc....the list can go on and on but what most want to know is what really is the true meaning of beauty. Most will compare themselves with celebrity's but is they're beauty really beauty? Are they really flawless?

Being beautiful today in society and in the masss media is being all bones and skin. You have to be a size zero in every piece of clothing you wear. Our society wants these young girls to look perfect and flawless when in actuality no one is flawless. To the media everything must look perfect, so perfect that one piece of hair cannot be out of place. Is that really what we want our young girls to look like?

Beauty is personality, beauty is honesty, but beauty can be a number of things. It's not just about how you look on the outside but how you feel on te outside. Your beauty is how confident you are in you own skin. You don't have to be a size zero in everything you wear just feel comfortable. Wishing that the young girls of todays world weren't so caught up in the media and not be so concerned about how they look but be interested in school and what life has to offer!