WHO AM I ?

Hello everybody. I am Aahana Jain and I am a middle school student. I am 12 years old and a soon to be 8th grader. I have a loving family, 2 awesome best friends and a normal life. I study in Delhi Public School, Bopal in Ahmedabad. I love Harry Potter, Cole Sprouse is my favourite actor and I am a huge fan of Taylor Swift so respect to any Swifties reading this. I wear specs and I am somewhat of a nerd . I like the way I am and am proud to be me.

WHAT IS A PERFECT PERSON ?

When one thinks of a perfect person, everybody has a different opinion. According to some people in this world (like those snobby kids at school who think they own the place), a perfect person is someone who likes the music that is the most popular, eats only the food that keeps one thin and has the perfect body. If you think that the things listed above are the key to being perfect, you are WRONG. A perfect person is one who is their own self and not one who does what everyone does just because they think its cool. If you do so, you are just like a robot. Being perfect is not about losing your individuality , it means being different and being you. If somebody calls you weird for talking or being like this just tell them that you might not be be perfect but you are for sure a limited edition or just tell them this

THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT

” Being different isn’t a bad thing.It means that you are brave enough to be yourself.”

– Luna Lovegood

HERE ARE SOME QUESTIONS MOST TEENS ASK THEMSELVES:

AM I TOO FAT ?

This is a question most girls ask themselves in front of the mirror. don’t worry. there is no problem in being healthy. It matters what you are on the inside rather than how you look on the outside. Take Libby from Holding Up The Universe(an awesome book written by Jennifer Niven); she wore what she wanted to wear and even tried out for the dance team despite of her being obese. She didn’t care what people thought of her and that was what made her special.

ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT ME ?

I used to ask myself this question every time someone in my class would look at me and start talking. after sometime I realized that it was not true. Same goes for everyone who ask themselves this question. It is not necessary that somebody is talking about you; they might just generally be looking at you. It depends on how you take it. And even if they are talking about you, who cares?!. Your whole life cannot change just by a single person’s opinion. So chill and enjoy the pleasures of life

HOW DO I STOP THE BULLYING ?

I used to be constantly bullied by a group of kids at my school. But the key of not making people bully you is to ignore them. Once you stop paying attention to their taunts, they will eventually get fed up and leave you alone. Don’t fuss over them and revert back to them . If you are getting troubled by them, you are giving them satisfaction and this satisfaction will make them tease you even more. So as I said earlier, the key to stop the bullying is to ignore. Start ignoring, and you will see the magic happen.

13 thoughts on “WHO AM I ?

  1. Very well written young girl. Your thoughts are so clear, let them flow freely. Keep writing 👍👌👌

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  2. A very good read Aahana! You have a wonderful way with words, I could almost imagine you talking, while reading this. The content and the flow of thoughts is so apt. Looking forward to more from you!

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  3. Writing such a article in this age that day isn’t far when u become an author. Aahana nani is so proud of you. God bless.

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  4. Amazing write-up!. With these words you have shown you are going in right direction. Keep writing. Lots of love.💓

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