'WHY I DO NOT WEAR PANTS' - Common App

Am I being to vague? I also have another possible essay but I think this one is more important to me. I know it's not completely done yet..

WHY I DO NOT WEAR PANTS

"It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You can't believe it.
You were always singing along. It was so easy and the words so sweet. You
can't remember. You try to feel the beat." -Regina Spektor

Blub. After she left, that was the only word I could think of. My mom was still
only a few miles away but I could not find her. As she walked away, I put up a
wall. Each step pounded on the ground reminding me to reinforce my distance. I
refused to lose myself as she so easily left me. Blub embodied what I could not
understand and made a path back to my self. I found myself submerged in the
loss. Deafening emptiness muffled my giggles. I could not remember***. I wanted
to bounce back.

The next step in my recovery was leggings. Sometimes I forget my legs are not
bare when I am wearing ninety-two percent cotton and eight percent spandex. The
intimacy I share with my leggings embodies a tight knit bond. A little beaten up
with a small tear above my left knee, I decided we had a lot in common. They
were free. I was not constrained by the material or by the remnants of my mom.
Flailing about came more easily in leggings, spandex, and yoga pants. My legs
were exempt from any restrictions other than their own physical ability.
Versatility in sitting positions and a clean black sleek look paired together to
establish an invincible force.

The stretchy material gave me the prompt I needed. With my leggings on, I could
hop, skip, and jump anywhere, including back to myself. When my mom went in a
new direction, I found myself unable to adapt to the changed circumstances. I
was stuck in a place of confusion; I could not remember how to move my feet. As
the world around my continued in a steady pace, I found myself unable to move. I
was scattered everywhere and I could not remember how the pieces fit together.
However, through my blurred vision, I pulled on my leggings and was reminded of
a piece of me. My legs initiated the pursuit of my recovery. Pieces began to
snap together.

I found a piece of myself in the giggles that came along with "no pants" (a term
my friends came up with).

After the drama, leggings were a piece of me that I knew were fundamentally
mine. They were apart of me my mom could not take away. No matter what my mom
did I would still be me and leggings were a reminder of that.

I have a confession to make; I miss my mom.

This essay is good, but I would remove the ***(the one after "remember") because the admissions will think that you meant to say a bad word and that could hurt your chances of getting in. Also the title is not really necessary but change the title into something that is "safe" because when I read the title I got a little scared. Make sure that the title is relevant to your essay.

Also, try to draw the connection with your leggings and your mom; What is it about your leggings that helps remind you of your mom?

Pretty good. But like Danielle said above, try to show the connection between your mom leaving and your leggings. Why did you chose to wear leggins int he first place after she left? Also, this may be just me, but I don't really understand the song quote in the beginning. In all essays, if you don't need it, take it out.

I'm a bit confused as to what this essay is about. Like the poster above, I don't see the connection between leggings and your mom. It just seems all over the place. And the song quote confuses me as well... But other than that, I like your writing style and word choices.

COMMON APP ESSAY - PLEASE HELP

TOPIC OF CHOICE

Why I Do Not Wear Pants

Blub. I woke up one day to an empty space left by my mom. All the years leading to that day are a tale for another time. It is complicated. "Mom blah blah blah drama" I hear myself say. My mom was only a few miles away but I could not find her. I've constructed a few walls of my own, reinforcing the distance, trying hard not to lose myself like she so easily lost me. Blub was the word I used when I could not understand how to make a path back to myself. Sometimes I was submerged in the loss and forgot everything completely. My giggles were muffled. I had forgotten how to be me for a while. I wanted to bounce back.

"It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. You can't believe it. You were always singing along. It was so easy and the words so sweet. You can't remember. You try to feel the beat." -Regina Spektor

And then one day I wore leggings.

I forget my legs are not bare when I am wearing ninety-two percent cotton and eight percent spandex. My leggings and I have a tight knit bond. A little beaten up with a small tear above my left knee, I decided we had a lot in common. Suddenly I felt free and unconstrained and a little less walled in. Flailing about came more easily in leggings. My legs were exempt from any restrictions other than their own physical ability. The freedom was contagious. Versatility in sitting positions and a sleek look paired together to establish an invincible force.

This amazing stretchy material gave me the spark I needed. With my leggings on, I could hop, skip, and jump anywhere, including back to myself. In a state of blub, I found myself unable to adapt to the changed circumstances. How did the word daughter become so muddy? Strangely I was unable to move my feet even as the world around me continued. I was scattered everywhere and I could not remember how the pieces of me fit together. The newfound freedom reminded me that I am ok. I found a piece of myself in the giggles that came along with no pants ("nahpantz"), a now widely used term coined by my friend Olivia late one night in her purple bedroom. It is like a movement.

I have a confession to make. Even in leggings, I miss my mom.

The beginning is really good. Caught my attention instantly. But I got lost after the quote you used. Leggings?