An essay on my experience with labeling and diversity.

Who am I? What assumptions do people make when they see me? What labels might I pretty much wear across my chest because of the judgments that are made by others on a daily basis due to my appearance? I am blonde and thin on the outside, intelligent and inquisitive on the inside. A Christian, a feminist, a sorority member and a figure drawing model. I am many things, some positive, some negative, some known …showed first 75 words of 1456 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1456 total…a person based on their "labels" out of the water. Labels are one of the greatest insults that we can give a person. Not only do labels set up expectations that limit an individual, but they keep those of us who are assigning those labels from really getting to know our neighbors. In a world where all too often our lives are characterized by loneliness, this is the ultimate story of building our own prison.