Hi guys, I just finished this essay and I need some readers! I am desperate, I really am! Hope you can give me some tips and maybe edit a bit! I had to pose a question myself, and thought this one was kinda funny.
Thanks so much!
Does one's length have the power to become one's strength?
Born into a lovely family, I wasn't your typical baby. Always crying, never satisfied an too big for normal clothes; my parents must have been devastated. By the time I took my first step, however, I stopped crying. By the time I started to mumble words, I started feeling happy. There came, however, never a time when I was able to wear the same size clothes as the other children my age. Although being tall has not always been easy, I have learned to embrace my height and how to use it to my advantage.
Standing six feet and seven inches tall, I sometimes feel like the Empire State Building, gazing over the vast horizon. People stare at me, everywhere I go. At the supermarket children gape at me wide-eyed, pointing at me as if I am some sort of circus attraction. When I pass people by on the street, I hear them making comment on my appearance. Growing up, I felt terribly uncomfortable with my height: I longed to be just like the other kids in school.
Once, maybe twice a year, I do not feel like getting up. I might have a bad hair day, a pimple on my nose or dark circles under my eyes. To those who recognize this problem, I would highly recommend you wear lackluster clothes - preferably with a hood and sunglasses -, avoid public places and try to make your day as short as possible. This advice, however, does not apply to me. On days like this, I wish to be invisible, to hide out in a cave, waiting until everyone has disappeared.
As I grew older, I slowly started to become aware of the qualities of my height. I love listening to music, exploring new artists and going to concerts. Seeing everything at a concert, no matter where I stand, is rather pleasant. However, I have come to know that not everyone shares my felicity. Being the devoted fan I am, I am willing to wait for hours in line to conquer a front row spot. This means, however, that the person behind me will not be able to see anything. People would get mad at me, forcing me to leave my spot and to stand in the back. Although I possess the empathy to understand their vexation, I know realize that asking me to leave my spot is simply impertinent. I have learned to instead of feeling guilty, I should enjoy my privilege to the fullest.
With moving to Amsterdam to pursue a dancing career came more confidence. I started to see that I could use my height to my advantage. Instead of worrying about receiving a good spot on stage, I was often used as the center of attention in a performance. Although this greatly increased the pressure to achieve, it made me realize that I was unique. I started to feel special, to feel comfortable in my body.
I will always be forced into the spotlight, wherever I go. I often wish people weren't so rude. How can people possibly act so unabashedly flabbergasted when they see someone who is different from them? Yet, I do not blame them. I am different, and apart from my height, I choose to be different. I like to think that the people who insult me, do not intend to; they are just confused.
My height has significantly changed my view on life, both literally and figurative. After years of feeling insecure and uncomfortable, I have learned to wear all 79 inches of my height with pride. I now enjoy standing front row at a concert, walk confidently down the street and believe my future will benefit from my peculiar appearance. At last, "That tall, blonde guy" has realized that his length has truly become his strength.
Born into a lovely family, I wasn't your typical baby. Always crying, never satisfied an too big for normal clothes; my parents must have been devastated. By the time I took my first step, however, I stopped crying. By the time I started to mumble words, I started feeling happy. There came, however, never a time when I was able to wear the same size clothes as the other children my age. Although being tall has not always been easy, I have learned to embrace my height and how to use it to my advantage.
Standing six feet and seven inches tall, I sometimes feel like the Empire State Building, gazing over the vast horizon. People stare at me, everywhere I go. At the supermarket children gape at me wide-eyed, pointing at me as if I am some sort of circus attraction. When I pass people by on the street, I hear them making comments on my appearance. Growing up, I felt terribly uncomfortable with my height: I longed to be just like the other kids in school.
Once, maybe twice a year, I did not feel like getting up. I might have a bad hair day, a pimple on my nose or dark circles under my eyes. To those who recognize this problem, I would highly recommend you wear lackluster clothes - preferably with a hood and sunglasses -, avoid public places and try to make your day as short as possible. This advice, however, does not apply to me. On days like this, I wished to be invisible, to hide out in a cave, waiting until everyone has disappeared. ( I don't get the purpuse of changing your narrative to adress the audience directly with "you")
With moving to Amsterdam to pursue a dancing career came more confidence (I gained more confidence when I moved to Amsterdam to persue a dacing career). I started to see that I could use my height to my advantage ( It was then where I fully understood the advantages of my height). Instead of worrying about receiving a good spot on stage, I was often used as the center of attention in a performance. Although this greatly increased the pressure to achieve, it made me realize that I was unique. I started to feel special, to feel comfortable in my body. ( I felt special, finally confortable in my own body.)
My height has significantly changed my view on life, both literally and figurative ( what do you mean by this).
I think it was pretty good, look back at how you made connection between one argument to another and you will be set. I hope my corrections help.
