Personal Narrative: Gymnastics

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My mom always told me to be myself as I grew up. ?Be yourself because everyone else is taken.? ?If there was an opportunity to be someone else can I change myself?? I asked her one day. She responded with a statement I will never forget. ?No, because the best person you could be is yourself.? Who am I? People use to ask me this question and I would say Akeila. Now I am an African American gymnast who is who she is because of her mother. I am myself, no more no less.
Gymnastics is a way of life for me. It has taught me skills I would never have learned at school, from family, or on my own. I have been doing gymnastics since I was eighteen months old. When I was eight, I just thought gymnastics was fun and easy. When I got to age eleven, gymnastics
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I had never looked at a girl like I looked at her. She was very smart and beautiful. When ever she looked at me I felt joy inside. I did know what kind of feelings I had for her. Did I like her as a friend or as something more? I asked myself this almost every time I saw her. One day I got the guts to talk to her and turns out she liked me too. The more we talked the more I realized we had a lot in common. She asked me out a couple weeks after we started talking. The day she asked me out brought so much delight to my whole day. The first person i wanted to tell this to was my dad. When I told him that a girl, I really liked, asked me out and I said yes he yelled at me. He gave me a big lecture about how being gay is a sin and that I must break it off with her. ?You not allowed to be gay or bisexual.? That was the most devastating news ever. I could not tell her in person that I could not date her. I texted her the next day after school and told her. She was even more emotionally wrecked then I was. She didn't talk to me for weeks after the break up. After we started to talk again I thought in my head. ?Why can't I explore more about my sexuality.? Things were not right in my eyes.There was a conflict in my head arising. My mom telling me to be who I am and my dad telling me to be a specific