Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Woman

My mother never told me the complications of becoming a woman in this world. Maybe she thought I was strong enough to figure them out on my own. Or quite possibly, she couldn't tell me, because she never really knew how to face the complications herself.

One day a couple came in telling Linda that they forgot to order a cake for their wedding that was two days away. Linda completely understood the situation and of course said yes. Once she told us I was the first one that said I would stay late and help make the wedding cake. Linda and Taylor were both happy because they both knew they needed the help. Later that day when we started baking the cake Linda got a migraine and had to leave and go home, so Taylor and I continued on working on the cake. It was getting kind of late so we found a stopping point. After cleaning up and closing down for the night I hung my apron and said I would see her in the morning. Once I got to my truck I released I forgot my phone inside and luckily Taylor did not lock the door yet. I went back inside to look for where I left it. I could not find it in the back where we were baking nor could I find Taylor, which I thought was a little odd. I headed to the front to see if

As she walked away with the check and cash the phone buzzed, reading the message he smiled. Looking at her she didn't come across as someone sick, though you could never tell just by looking if someone was terminally ill. Often it was something inside, that ate away, only apparent at the end. A finger on his lips as he watched her open up the antique cash register and count out his change, which he did not want. For a moment he wondered, could he do it? Would it be worth it? She wasn't gorgeous, women like that only plan their own demise in the movies. No one in real life does it, and a gorgeous woman that a man instantly falls in love with, no one would do it. Or a madman.

I told her I just put it on your legs, she looked at me confused so I stood back up and realized that she had already had it back on the floor and somehow tangled into the wheel on her chair. I walk back around the desk and pick up her blanket putting it back on her and making sure to tuck it under her a little so it wouldn’t fall off. As I was tucking her blanket my mom came out of a room she was laughing at me I said what is so funny she said, “that’s a game she likes to play she will keep you picking that blanket up as long as you will keep doing it.” I giggled and said I wondered how it got on the floor so quickly the first time.

I have heard this line so many times that I don’t really get offended by it. The first time a guy told me that he loved me for me I was flattered because I considered it to be a compliment. I assumed that most guys choose you because they are attracted to you so I thought that it must be a plus if a guy actually loved you for you. I could see why this line that some guys use can be offensive to some for that fact that he said he loved her for her mind. It says a lot about how he perceives woman as if others aren’t expected to have a mind. My in the day woman were considered domestic accessories and where only expected to obey her husband. Even though times have changed many woman today may not be domestic accessories but they have become accessories

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring 'Leviathan II' by Parkway Drive, waking me up with a jolt. I looked at the clock, seeing that it was time for me to get up and get Alesana up for school and then get myself to work. I jumped out of bed, walking out of my room and to Ali's room, flipping the light switch on. You see, she's a really light sleeper, taking after me. I quickly walked downstairs to the kitchen, getting out the eggs and bacon, putting a frying pan on the stove and turning it on. I let it get hot while I poured myself some orange juice, taking a few sips out of it. I set it down and got out five strips of bacon, putting the rest away, and laying them in the pan. I got out another pan, putting it on the other burner and cracked an egg in it, wanting to

My upbringing, up until college had a large impact on how I viewed gender. I believed strongly in the two gender binary, however, I was raised to be respectful and kind to people, so that lead to me being indifferent about people who strayed from the gender binary. However, after being enlightened through USEMs and WGS classes, I realized ‘indifferentness’ is not positive ways to view something different. The feeling of being indifferent can translate to ignoring or not addressing and that translates to oppression. The good person I am does not want to make others feel oppressed or make anyone feel anything but love. Therefore, I have taken it upon myself to find out more about gender, sexuality and other issues. I believe I am at a good place

I saw it on this feminist page and it was something like don’t be that girl that pressures guys because erections aren’t consent and it’s rape… I don’t even know why that made me think of you but I think the whole message came more from my head than anything. I just haven’t been doing too well lately, it’s more accurate to say I’m not in a good place at all actually. I have a great social life and the lowest grade I have in my five classes is an 80% so I don’t understand why I hurt so much, but I’ve been finding it harder and harder to keep going. What always held me back before was my family but home is so bad right now that I might just be doing them a favor. So right now it’s knowing my cat depends on me and the fear of the afterlife that

When I was in elementary school, I was tall—my last year, I was just shy of my current height and weight now at 17. I was always bigger, faster, and stronger than all the other kids, and when the others went to play and chase each other across the playground, I almost never joined in. I could dominate any game, so I didn’t play because I was embarrassed. Girls are supposed to be dainty, right? Girls are not supposed to be proud of their prowess. I didn’t fit the ideal image already seared into my brain by countless children’s stories. I wished desperately to be smaller.

I said, that’s a good thing! Exclaiming, sheeeit, aint nothin special bout it. Be my turn to be off fur Christmas! I better hurry up then, and blitz out the door. I sprayed the trunk opening and the door handles. Around the headlights and taillights. Opened the door and popped the trunk. Had to force it open to cracked the ice loose. Reached in and grabbed a pair of old leather gloves, opened the suitcase grabbed a towel an wrapped it around my head. Got a sweater. Put my gun in my jacket. Closed the trunk. Used the scrape to knock the ice and snow off the taillights and head lights. Sprayed the back window, side windows, side mirrors and the spray ports for the window washer. Rushed back to the

As I open my eyes, an overwhelming anxiety floods through my veins. Paralyzed unable to bat a single eyelash, I move my eyes throughout the room. The mirror in the corner of the bedroom was luminescent from the crescent clear moon outside. As my eyes circled back to the mirror, the silhouette of a young women began to appear along with a cold breeze bringing shivers up and down my spine. She began approaching my bedside , one hand extended towards me, unable to see her face. I began screaming yearning for someone to hear my pleas for help. The sound of my own screams inside my head began to make my hands and feet clammy. As the silhouette reached out and brushed her hand along my cheek I felt the heat leave my body instantaneously. She has

I guess I should point out that my wording was inaccurate to what I was trying to convey. As I said,"I think people should remain the same gender." I was only thinking of genitalia, however, as you said that is only a small portion to consider, I would like to point out, I meant keep what you are born with. I am not saying keep being 100% female or 100% male, I meant do not pay thousands to millions of dollars to change what is given to you. If hormone levels, personality traits, and sexuality plays part in whether someone think they are more female, male, or both then so be it, but changing the physical part of your body is doing too much in my opinion. Remain the same gender, yes, remain the gender a person think he or she is.

“Congratulations it is a girl”. These are the final words that I told a girl, the last ones she would hear before I took her life. I wanted her to die like this sad, lonely, and in fear. No one would understand why I felt this way. My only friend were the voices that were in my head yelling and ringing like sirens, never stopping making me want to hurt people and do bad things. I wanted to control it, everyday before I go I want to stop myself, but I just can't.

The feminist movement has had a resurgence of enthusiasm in the past couple of years, and many people are itching to either hop onto that train, or attempt to stop it at any and all costs. I would consider myself to be a generally well-informed passenger. However, I am a firm believer that knowledge is power, and I think any opportunity to become more educated on a topic is an opportunity to further empower oneself. As a young woman growing up in this new age of intersectional feminism, I am always looking for more ways to become more informed.

Mrs. Price tells us to put everything away and line up for lunch. When we get in the lunch room I get my food and sit down at a table where no one is sitting. All of a sudden, that stupid Phillis Lopez sits down across from me with that ugly red sweater in her hand. “You know that I knew the sweater was mine the whole time. Right?” I didnt say anything at first, but then she put the red sweater right in front of my plate and says, “Hey! Im talking to you.” So I get real mad and my face turns red and so I say “well… but… if…” and then i finally say “If you knew it was yours,why didn’t you say something?” “DIIIING!” The bell just rang. So time to go back to home room.