It is the end of my 9th grade year, and I am far from a normal freshman going on sophmore. I am short, out of shape, and not good at sports or anything particular. I am socially awkward and quiet, and I lack confidence to talk to girls at my school especially, because I believe that they don’t think I’m attractive or fun or anything of that nature. I lost my mother when I was nine, the only person who truly believed in me and motivated me, and I live with a stepmother and father that don’t believe I will become the person they see as being perfect. I don’t feel happy with myself, never satisfied that I will become who they want me to be. Somewhat of a Joe – Michael Jackson relationship. I will do my best to get in shape this summer. – June 3, 2011
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I don't care if I get zero viewers or 1 million viewers - this is my personal journey to overcome being short, bad at sports, and unathletic. I don't care what you think of this blog or me, because I simply don't respect your opinion. If you want to cheer me on, thanks I guess. If you don't like my blog, don't read it, I don't care. So what do I care about? Getting in shape this summer, no matter what it takes. Pushing my body to become better. Breaking boundaries. Getting stronger. This is a journal, not an article, column, or attempt to get famous. This is my progress report. Unless you do something similar, you probably will criticize me, and I don't care if you do, nor will I care what you have to say, so don't bother. Have a nice day.
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