Jan. 16, 12:23 EDT

Through the blur

What Freaks You


We asked you to decribe your fears and
concerns about the world around you.
Here's what you said.

 

 

For Schwartz, 16, the worry is that her own body may threaten her future success. ``I am fat. I am ugly. I am worthless,'' she writes. ``I need to lose weight. I won't eat ice cream any more. I won't eat cake. I won't eat between meals. I won't eat lunch.''

 

What does it say about our society that a young person could be made to feel so bad about herself? Why is there such pressure for bodies to fit the same mold?

Schwartz identifies one contributing factor: ``Everyone we look up to is either underweight or grossly muscular,'' she complains.

 

Aside from the pressure of growing up, the awesome power and speed of technological development can be spooky to many teenagers. There are shiny new gadgets to be had everywhere they look. They soon begin to see, however, that having all the newest electronic toys - the super computers, the pagers, the cell phones - doesn't satiate the compelling hunger for happiness within.

Many of the letters we received complain of the fast pace of life and the powerful technological culture that fuels the rat race. These young writers feel that the pressure is taking a psychological toll.

 

 

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These are the stories teenagers of the new millennium tell when you ask them to. Some are growing up alienated and angry, finding few outlets to explore their feelings. And others fantasize about violent ways of taking control of their own lives.

``Crying alone in your room every night changes nothing, but you already know that,'' writes Krystal Ann Kraus, 21. ``All those little cuts you've made to let a little of how messed up you feel come out makes it feel a little better.''

Kraus knows all about cries for help that go unheard by parents and teachers, compelling teenagers to contemplate creative ways, such as drug use, to ease the agony of modern life.

``Your parents are too angry at their own lives. Your teachers are too angry at the government. No one seems around to notice that you are depressed all the time,'' she laments. ``Smoke some weed, go to sleep? That's all you can really do and it keeps you from having hours of nothing to do but think about your problems.''

If Straus feels the stress of being misunderstood and ignored by adults, Amy Sullivan, 15, seeks peer acceptance to compensate for the emptiness and the feelings of depression. But even here, among peers, Sullivan finds no peace or satisfaction.

``I have been what you would call popular and I hated every minute of it,'' complains the teen from Pickering. ``I became popular by hanging out with the right people but I couldn't stand it. Now, I don't envy those that are popular, I envy those that are truly happy - the people who wake up every morning and can honestly say there's no other person in the world that they would prefer to be.''

Sullivan, a student at Dunbarton High School, found that being popular with other teenagers carries a steep price.

``I hate it when people care - care so much about being popular that they begin to do cruel things to their bodies. I hate it when I walk into a bathroom and hear girls putting themselves down because they don't look like the models.''

 
        
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