Dying to Be Thin: an Informative Speech
Informative Speech:
Topic: Body Image
What makes a girl sexy? Is it the hour glassed silhouette of a woman and the impossibly proportioned vital statistics of 36-24-36? Is it Angelina Jolie’s pouty lips, or Megan Fox’s toned physique? I’m sure people here have their own bets on the sexiest woman alive, and who wouldn’t drool over their impeccably beautiful bodies; but then again I ask you, what makes a girl sexy?
Sexy, that’s what they call people blessed with impossibly proportioned body parts. With the media feeding us shows like America’s Next Top Model, Gossip Girl and Project Runway, who wouldn’t wish to have legs that seem to go on for miles and bodies that seem to fit even the tiniest swatches of cloth they call dresses?
I’ve been fat all my life. Of course, when you are younger, people find your chubby cheeks cute. They come to you cooing and raving about how adorable you are; but as you age cute becomes the opposite and you no longer become the center of attention because of your cuteness; instead what calls more attention is the excess baggage you carry.
Growing up, I’ve always been the butt of the jokes. Relatives during family reunions would often comment on how big I was getting. Schoolmates of mine would always refer to me as ‘mataba.’ I’ve been called so many names: ‘tabachoy,’ ‘tabachingching’ etc. There was even a time during my fourth grade in Elementary when girls bullied me, snorting each time I passed and whispering ‘baboy.’ Endlessly, I was teased about my weight. They would always say ‘Wala ka bang balak magreduce?’
For years I shrugged off snide comments on my weight and focused on myself, but just last year days after my father died, I finally budged. I started my diet March of 2010. I triumphed at every inch I lost.From a size 35 waist and 190 lbs, I went down to a size 28 and 136lbs. I was happy already with my weight but then again my principle got the best of me. I knew I could lose more.
Topic: Body Image
What makes a girl sexy? Is it the hour glassed silhouette of a woman and the impossibly proportioned vital statistics of 36-24-36? Is it Angelina Jolie’s pouty lips, or Megan Fox’s toned physique? I’m sure people here have their own bets on the sexiest woman alive, and who wouldn’t drool over their impeccably beautiful bodies; but then again I ask you, what makes a girl sexy?
Sexy, that’s what they call people blessed with impossibly proportioned body parts. With the media feeding us shows like America’s Next Top Model, Gossip Girl and Project Runway, who wouldn’t wish to have legs that seem to go on for miles and bodies that seem to fit even the tiniest swatches of cloth they call dresses?
I’ve been fat all my life. Of course, when you are younger, people find your chubby cheeks cute. They come to you cooing and raving about how adorable you are; but as you age cute becomes the opposite and you no longer become the center of attention because of your cuteness; instead what calls more attention is the excess baggage you carry.
Growing up, I’ve always been the butt of the jokes. Relatives during family reunions would often comment on how big I was getting. Schoolmates of mine would always refer to me as ‘mataba.’ I’ve been called so many names: ‘tabachoy,’ ‘tabachingching’ etc. There was even a time during my fourth grade in Elementary when girls bullied me, snorting each time I passed and whispering ‘baboy.’ Endlessly, I was teased about my weight. They would always say ‘Wala ka bang balak magreduce?’
For years I shrugged off snide comments on my weight and focused on myself, but just last year days after my father died, I finally budged. I started my diet March of 2010. I triumphed at every inch I lost.From a size 35 waist and 190 lbs, I went down to a size 28 and 136lbs. I was happy already with my weight but then again my principle got the best of me. I knew I could lose more.