The Label I Wore
Today， mot of my friend will probably decribe me a an out going and omewhat talkative girl， diplaying her boldne in tudy a well a variou ocial activitie。 But everal year ago，when I wa in middle chool， thing were quite the oppoite。 Depite my outtanding grade record， I once belonged to a group that demanded little notice due to my childhood peronality。 People around labeled me a "timid"， and that label， regardle of the o much bitter feeling it aroued， ha become omething of a lifetime influence on me。
A a child， I took after my mother and wa quiet， hy and omewhat clumy at verbal expreion。 The problem， a I often reflected upon， wa not that I wa unociable or eccentric， for all of my clamate and teacher mingled well with me。 It wa that I would bluh and feel dizzy when many people looked at me at the ame time。 I wa o uneay in public that I am inclined to hut my mouth， which adly reulted in my label "timidity"。
Bearing uch a label wa anything but eay for me to tolerate。 Every time I finally plucked up enough courage to raie my hand and tried to air my view， I tood there only to find the ret fifty pair of eye fixing on me， all with the ame trace of urprie and doubt in them a if a quiet peron like me were not uppoed to talk in public。 Ditre immediately eized me and I began to tutter， wallowed up my well contrived peech and retreated into my eat。 I felt abaed and hurt。[由wWw.HaozuoWen.com整理]
Never had I found the label o annoying and detetable a on thoe occaion。 An inner voice again and again clattered in my brain:You＇re not inferior or dull。 Why can＇t you jut talk freely like the talkative? If you wanna have a change， it＇ up to you yourelf。 The bigget obtacle lay inide me。 A long a I could overcome my timidity， the ret would take care of itelf。
And in thoe year， never had I topped thi paintaking yet extremelyrewardinghiftfrompeechlenetoverbal trength。 At the beginning， I prompted myelf to give imple ye or no quetion。 In a tep by tep fahion， I wa then uppoed to talk in long entence， to dicu and to preent。 Urged by an inner drive， I took pain with the tranition and witneed with the utmot joy the change I wa going through。For the firt time， I didn＇t feel uneay under public attention。 For the firt time， my repone to teacher＇ quetion wa applauded。 I rejoiced in every bit of progre I made。 Confidence began to et root in me and I， like a traying child who catche ight of home，wa gradually led back to my memerized eloquence。 I finally recovered what I had been craving for o long。
Now year have paed when the label of timidity no longer haunt me。 I find thi experience mot valuable and intereting in retropection。 No doubt， labeling exert profound influence on
inpidual＇ development and the common belief i that people will live up to their label， implying that poitive label inpire and encourage u wherea negative one only woren the ituation。 But after all， no matter how diheartened or frutrated we feel about the prejudice， we are the ole mater of our own detinie。 Why fall victim to the label? A Franklin D。 Rooevelt aid， "The only thing we have to fear i fear itelf。" The point i to free ourelve from the fear for negative label and cheer up inide u the unrelenting will to overthrow them。 The label i omething of a mirror。 A long a we adjut ourelve， the reflection in the mirror will alter too。 In thi ene， negative labeling may a well become omething extremely poitive and rewarding， jut a I＇ve experienced。