戰(zhàn)勝自我(The Label I Wore)

　　戰(zhàn)勝自我(the label i wore)

　　today, most of my friends will probably describe me as an out going and somewhat talkative girl, displaying her boldness in study as well as various social activities. but several years ago,when i was in middle school, things were quite the opposite. despite my outstanding grade record, i once belonged to a group that demanded little notice due to my childhood personality. people around labeled me as "timid", and that label, regardless of the so much bitter feeling it aroused, has become something of a lifetime influence on me.

　　as a child, i took after my mother and was quiet, shy and somewhat clumsy at verbal expression. the problem, as i often reflected upon, was not that i was unsociable or eccentric, for all of my classmates and teachers mingled well with me. it was that i would blush and feel dizzy when many people looked at me at the same time. i was so uneasy in public that i am inclined to shut my mouth, which sadly resulted in my label "timidity".

　　bearing such a label was anything but easy for me to tolerate. every time i finally plucked up enough courage to raise my hand and tried to air my view, i stood there only to find the rest fifty pairs of eyes fixing on me, all with the same trace of surprise and doubt in them as if a quiet person like me were not supposed to talk in public. distress immediately seized me and i began to stutter, swallowed up my well contrived speech and retreated into my seat. i felt abased and hurt.

　　never had i found the label so annoying and detestable as on those occasions. an inner voice again and again clattered in my brain:you're not inferior or dull. why can't you just talk freely like the talkative? if you wanna have a change, it's up to you yourself. the biggest obstacle lay inside me. as long as i could overcome my timidity, the rest would take care of itself.

　　and in those years, never had i stopped this painstaking yet extremely  rewarding  shift  from  speechlessness  to  verbal strength. at the beginning, i prompted myself to give simple yes or no questions. in a step by step fashion, i was then supposed to talk in long sentences, to discuss and to present. urged by an inner drive, i took pains with the transition and witnessed with the utmost joy the change i was going through.  for the first time, i didn't feel uneasy under public attention. for the first time, my response to teacher's question was applauded. i rejoiced in every bit of progress i made. confidence began to set root in me and i, like a straying child who catches sight of home,was gradually led back to my mesmerized eloquence. i finally recovered what i had been craving for so long.

　　now years have passed when the label of timidity no longer haunts me. i find this experience most valuable and interesting in retrospection. no doubt, labeling exerts profound influence on

　　individual's development and the common belief is that people will live up to their labels, implying that positive labels inspire and encourage us whereas negative ones only worsen the situation. but after all, no matter how disheartened or frustrated we feel about the prejudice, we are the sole masters of our own destinies. why fall victims to the label? as franklin d. roosevelt said, "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself." the point is to free ourselves from the fear for negative labels and cheer up inside us the unrelenting will to overthrow them. the label is something of a mirror. as long as we adjust ourselves, the reflections in the mirror will alter too. in this sense, negative labeling may as well become something extremely positive and rewarding, just as i've experienced.