做勇敢的女孩演讲稿 篇1
我是一个个子矮小的女生，虽然念五年级了，可是，看起来就像个二年级的小女生一样。而我的胆子更是小得可怜，要不是我书念得还好，我想我会被别人欺负得更惨。
因此，我常对自己说：“要做一个勇敢的小女孩!”可是，在现实生活中，我却一次又一次地做不到。
这一天清晨，我早早起了床，背着书包去上学。我走在石子小路上，听着鸟儿唱歌，看着花儿跳舞，心情是多么舒畅。可是，没多久，我却听到了背后有人在指指点点：“你看，这人都念五年级了，还这么矮，听说她还不爱说话，胆子很小，真羞!”
我听着这些嘲笑我的话，就情不自禁地流下了伤心的眼泪。谁知，他们更来劲了，又说又笑，更大声了，甚至有人朝我扔起了小石头。那一颗颗小石头砸在我身上，更是痛在我心上。我心里充满了愤怒。这时，我对自己说：“别害怕，要做一个勇敢的小女孩!”于作文是，我鼓起勇气走上前去，想跟他们好好理论理论，甚至想骂骂他们。可是，我见他们人多势众，而且气焰嚣张，我又退缩了，又被“胆小”二字束缚住了。
到了学校，开始上课了。老师开始提问，可我明明知道答案，却迟迟不敢举手。
看着同学们一个个高举小手，勇敢回答，还被老师表扬，再想想自己早上的经历，我的心里像打翻了五味瓶一样难受。我的眼泪又来了，一颗颗冰凉的泪珠顺着我的脸颊往下流，有些都流进了我的嘴里。尝着苦涩的泪水，我又在心里对自己说：“要做一个勇敢的小女孩!外表矮小没关系，只要内心够强大，我也可以不被人欺负，甚至被同学羡慕，被老师表扬。”
于是，我举起右手，回答了一道全班都没人会回答的难题。顿时，我听到了雷鸣般的掌声，看到了老师充满赞赏的笑脸。啊!我常对自己说：“做一个勇敢的小女孩!”我终于做到了!
做勇敢的女孩演讲稿 篇2
好长时间没看日历了，时间过的真快呀!眨眼间我已经整二十几天没出家门了。还好，水痘是在这个假期得的。尽管闷在家里很难受，但毕竟没有耽误功课，回想起这段遭遇，真是苦不堪言、不堪回首啊!
20xx年的12月26日，这是一个黑色的星期六，下了外语课，回到家里已是正午时分，我突然觉得很不舒服，有种昏昏欲睡的感觉，不知过了多久，有一只大手盖在了我的额头上，是爸爸。爸爸说我发烧了……
就在这个时候，我忽然觉得身上有点痒，一看，我才发现身上起了红痘痘：“这是怎么一回事呢?”好奇心驱使我不停的追问爸爸，爸爸告诉我这应该是得水痘了。听了爸爸的回答，我心想糟了，这段时间我可能没有自由了，因为我听得过水痘的同学说起过的，水痘怕风，还不能沾水，恐怕连洗澡也是不可能了。
转眼间，已经到了第三天，红红的痘痘已经变成了水灵灵的泡泡，布满全身。无意中发现镜子里的我已是面目全非，不堪入目，原来的我脸上也长出了可怕的痘痘，我的心一下子沉了下去。压抑的心情，加上奇痒难耐，使的我身心备受煎熬。
到了第四天，我有点受不了了，痘痘让我“氧”不欲生，我在床上又蹦又跳，甚至满地打滚，刚想挠一下，爸爸就严厉的说：“不许挠，会留疤痕的。”可我怎么能不去管它呢?难受啊!
终于有一天，我实在忍不住了，趁家里没人，我大叫起来，我是暄泄一下心里的痛苦与无奈，可此时此刻，我才清楚的意识到，烦燥的心情非但不能减轻我的痛苦，相反只能使我更加痛苦、难奈……理智告诉我我必须平静下来，虽然要做到这一点很难。
我努力的克制自己不安的情绪，使自己的心态尽量的平和下来。可能是心理作用吧!平静后的心情，使我觉得似乎不那么难受了。身体上的泡泡也不那么奇痒难忍了。记不清这是第几天了，渐渐的身上的水泡结了痂。原本以为我这段痛苦的过程可以告一段落，禁锢了我数天的自由也该结束了，我正暗暗的为这天的到来而感到兴奋不已，当时的心情可能正如大人们所说的49年的国庆前夕吧!就要解放了的感觉。可是，当爸爸带我来诊所咨询复查的时候，才得知远没有我想象的那么简单，医生说我至少还要在家忍耐十天，因为，结痂后的一段时间是传染期，我知道得水痘的痛苦了，不想我的伙伴和同学也经历这样的遭遇，为了不让我的痛苦传染给我的伙伴也为了伙伴们不在遭遇和我同样的痛苦，我决定继续在家闭门10天，在这漫长的十天中，做笔记是我排遣心中的寂寞与无奈的最好方法，我不停的通过笔尖把我的痛苦，无奈，复杂，矛盾的心情记录在白纸上。
水痘终于出完了，但是这段痛苦的经历，使我得到了磨炼，也坚定了我的意志和信念，同时心理也承受了考验，心态也成熟了许多。正如歌中所唱：就像蝴蝶必定经过蛹的挣扎，才会有对翅膀坚实如画。也就是说，蝴蝶之所以美丽是因为它经过了一个痛苦的蜕变过程。但愿我的这段过程也能使我迅速的得到蜕变吧!
我想要对伙伴们说的是;水痘并不可怕，如果哪天你们也与水痘遭遇了，记得千万别低头，一定要坚强，勇敢的面对，最终胜利的一定是你。
风雨要来，不要避开，就算风雨覆盖，也要做勇敢的女孩!
做勇敢的女孩演讲稿 篇3
就算软弱的时候，我也告诉自己：不流泪光。
连这个世界上最勇敢最坚强最正义最伟大的民族英雄鲁迅都感慨道：人生最痛苦的事情是梦醒了无路可走。
是啊，在这个大大世界，谁没曾遇见点挫折呢，在成长的过程中，从来都是伴着心酸和血雨。
所以，我要做最勇敢的那个自己，即使受伤也不闪泪光。
小学的时候，曾为一道数学题不会做而着急的哭泣，中学时曾为想家而哭泣，大学毕业的时候，为了离别而哭泣，甚至，也曾为了爱情而哭泣。回想起这一幕幕，我看见幼稚的却也不断在成长的自己。
我已经不是那个懵懂的女孩。
因为我相信自己可以变得更加勇敢，即使一路风雨覆盖，我也要努力飞翔。
参加这份工作已经整整三个月了，从最初的不知所措到现在的从容应对，也算是成长了不少，不过我很庆幸的是，遇见不错的领导和同事，我们彼此相处融洽。办公室本来就是一个很综合的部门，管的事情也比较多，资料，考勤，公章，会议记录，工作总结，企业文化建设，宣传报道……我做的还太少太少。
慢慢的总结经验和教训，每次收获一点点，我开始学着独立的应对，不再每次都要依赖别人。
不知道从哪里看到这样的一个说法：每个人的身体里都住这个两个小人，一个叫勇敢，一个叫软弱，他们每时每刻都在打架，当软弱的小人把勇敢的小人打败了，那个人一定就是软弱的。
我希望自己身体里的小人总是勇敢的获胜，因为我是，越长大越成熟的我，面对挫折会把头高高昂起的我，带着翅膀勇敢飞翔的我。
工作三个月了，你好么?我问自己。
我现在过得很好，请不要为我担心，我会勇敢的。
做勇敢的女孩演讲稿 篇4
人生如花，花开花谢本是自然的规律，我们没有理由让它永开不败!对于生活，我们应像花儿一样积极乐观的绽放生命的色彩，并不是一味的去追求一生成就。有时停留更是一种幸福!
李白曾说：“人生在世不称意，明朝散发弄扁舟”。李白的坦然与乐观，我想很少有人能做到吧，其中也包括我在内。就举个例子说吧：以前我十分热衷于学习，无论好与否，我都不在乎太多的东西，因为我觉得学习就仿佛自己坐在阳光下品尝着绿茶，享受着温暖的阳光一样，是那样的可口，那样的舒适;而现在一切的一切都变了，变得连自己也看不懂了，就如行走在沙漠中，永远也不知道前方是否有绿洲。
每当遇到挫折，我都不能坦然的面对，似乎像一只禁不起狂风暴雨的燕子，永远躲躲藏藏;有时还像一朵柔软的花儿，禁不起风吹雨打;有时甚至还像一只折断翅膀的雄鹰，没有力气再去挣扎，飞向更高的天空，直到失去生命的迹象……种.种的现象都让我胆战心惊，似乎自己是一个脆弱的女孩。
但我不想做一个胆怯而又软弱的人，我只想做回勇敢的女孩!我也不想让我身边所有的爱都像冰山融化，来不及回头!
也许我应该相信自己，因为“不是每一朵花都有提前开放的理由”i believe i can fly!
我要做勇敢的女孩!
做勇敢的女孩演讲稿 篇5
Be a brave girl So few years ago,i did something really brave,or some would say really stupid. I run for Congress! For years ,i had existed safely behind the scenes in politics, as a funderaiser,or a organizer,but in my heart ,i always wanted to run. The sitting congresswoman had been in my district since 1992. She had never lost a race ,and no one had even run against her in a Democratic primary. But in my mind ,this is my way to make a difference ,to disrupt the status quo. The polls ,however,told a very different story pollsters told me that i was crazy to run,that there was no way that i could win,but i run anyway, and in 20xx, i became a upstart in a New York city congressional race. I swore i was going tor win . i had the endorsement from the New York Daily News. The Wall Street Journal snapped pictures of me on election day and CNBC called it one of the hottest races in the country. I raised money from everyone i knew, including indian aunties that were just so happy an indian girl was running. But on election day ,the polls were right,and i only got 19% of the vote and the same papers that said i was a rising political star now said i wasted 1.3 million dollars on 6,321 votes. Do not do the maths. It was humulating. Now before you got the wrong idea this is not a talk about the importance of failure nor is it about leaning in. I tell you the story of how i ran for Congress because i was 33 years old and it was first time in my entire life that i had done something that was turely brave, where i did not worry about being perfect. And i am not alone:so many women talk to tell me that they gravitate towards careers and professions that they know they are going to be perfect in, and it is no wonder why, most girls are taught to avoid risk and failure. We are taught to smile pretty, play it safe ,get all A‟s. Boys ,on the other hand ,are taught to play rough,swing high ,crawl to the top of the monkey bars and then just jump off headfirst. And by the time they are adults,whether they are negotiating a raise or asking someone out on a date, they are habituated to take risk after risk. They are rewarded for it . It is often said in silicon valley, no one even takes you seriously unless you have had two failed start-ups. In other words, we are raising our girls to be perfect,and we are raising our boys to be brave. Some people worry about our federal deficit ,but i ,i worry about our bravery deficit. Our economy ,our society ,we are just losing out because we are not raising our girls to be brave. The bravery deficit is why women are underrepresented in STEM,in C-suites, in boardrooms,in Congress and pretty much everywhere you look. In the 1980s, psychologist Carol Dweck looked at how bright fifth graders handed an assignment that was too difficult for them. She found that bright girls were quick to give up. The higher the IQ, the more likely they were to give up. Boys on the other hand ,found the diffficult material to be a challenge. They found it energizing. They were more likey to redouble their efforts. What is going on ? Well ,at the fifth grade level, girls routinel y outperform boys in every subject,including math and science. So it is not a question of ability. The difference is in how boys and girls approach a challenge. And it does not just end in fifth grade. An HP report found that men will apply for a job if they meet 60% of the qualifications, but women ,women will apply if they meet 100% of the qualifications.
This study usually invoked as evidence that,well ,women need a little more confidence, but i think it is evidence that women have been socailized to aspire to perfection and they are overly cautious. And even when we are ambitious, even when we are leaning in ,that socialization of perfection has caused us to take less risks in our careers. And so those 600,000 jobs that are open right now, in computer and tech ,women are being left behind and it means our economy is being left behind on all the innovation and problems women would solve if they were socialized to be brave instead socialized to be perfect. So in 20xx, i atarted a company to teach girls to code, and what i found is that by teaching them to code, i had socialized them to be brave. Coding ,is an endless process of trial and error, of trying to get the right command in the right place, with sometimes just a semicolon ,making the difference between success and failure. Code breaks and then it falls apart,and it often takes, many many times until that magical moment. When what you are trying to build comes to life. It requires perseverance. It requires imperfection. We immediately see in our program ,our girls are fear of not getting it right,of not being perfect. Every Girls Who Code teacher tells me the same story. During the first week ,when the girs are learning how to code,a student will call her over and she will say “i do not know what code to write” . The teacher looked at her screen and she will see a blank text editor. If she did not know any better ,she would think that her student spent past 20 minutes just staring at the screen. But if she presses undo a few times she will say that her student wrote code and then deleted it. She tried and she came close,but she did not get it exactly right. Instead of showing the progress that she made, she‟d rather show nothing at all. Perfection or bust. It turns out that our girls are really good at coding, but it is not enough just to teach them to code. My friend lev brie ,who is a professor at the university of Columbia and teaches into java, tells me about his office hours with computer science students. When the guys are struggling with an assignment,they will come in and say”professor, there is something wrong with my code”. The girls will come in and say “professor, there is something wrong with me.” we have to begin to undo the socialization of perfection,but we „ve got to combine it with building a sisterhood that lets girls know that they are not alone. Because trying harder is not going to fix a broken system. I can not tell you how many women tell me “i am afraid to raise my hand,i am afraid to ask a question,because i do not want to be the only one who does not understand,the only one who is struggling. ” when we teach girls to be brave and we have a supportive network cheering them on,they will build incredible things,and i see this every day. Take for instance, two of our high school students,who built a game called tampon run. Yes Tampon Run ,to fight against the menstruation taboo and sexism in gaming. Or the Syrian refugee who dared to show her love for her new country by building an app to help Americans get to the polls. Or a 16-year -old girl who built an algorithm to help detect whether a cancer is benign or malignant in the off chance that she can save her daddy‟s life because he has cancer. These are just three of thousands, thousands of girs have been socialized to be imperfect,who have learned to keep trying, who have learned perserverance. And whether they became coders or the next Hilllary Clinton or Beyonce,they will not defer their dreams. And those dreams have never been more important for our country.
For the American economy ,for any economy to grow, to turely innovate, we can not leave behind half our population, we have to socialize our girls to be comfortable with imperfection, and we have got to do it now. We can not wait for them to learn how to be brave like i did when i was 33 years old. We have teach them to be brave in schools and early in their carers. When it has the most potential to impact their lives and the lives of others and we have to show them that they will be loved and accepted not for being perfect but for being courageous. And i need each of you to tell every young woman you know --your sister ,your niece ,your employee,your colleague to be comfortable with imperfection, because when we teach girls to be imperfect,and we help them leverage it ,we will bulid a movement of young women who are brave and who will build a better world for themselves and for each and every one of us. Thank you.!
做勇敢的女孩演讲稿 篇6
前天晚上睡觉时，我不听话的小脚把被子踢下了床。第二天，鼻涕虫就爬进了我的鼻子，感冒发热接踵而至。爸爸妈妈不放心，就带我去医院见大夫了。
到了医院匆忙挂完号，医生习以为常地说：“先抽血吧。”听到这话我愣了一下，悄悄拉了拉妈妈的衣角，带着哭腔说：“妈妈，我好怕抽血的，能不能跟医生说一下，不抽血?”妈妈安慰我说：“没关系!不疼的，就算有点疼也忍忍，忍一忍就过去了，好吗?”“对，忍一忍就过去了。”我虽然嘴上逞强，心里还是怦怦跳。
走到抽血台，医生温柔地叫我把无名指拿出来。我小心翼翼地把右手作文无名指伸到小枕头上，只见医生把一张蓝色的小纸片放在消毒纸上，然后用一根大棉签沾了点消毒酒精，涂在我的手指上。当酒精涂在我手指上时，我心里一惊，紧张地想把手抽回来，不过又感觉手指凉凉的，很舒服。我知道医生要动手了，赶紧闭起眼睛不敢再多看一眼，“啊……”我一声轻喊，手指就像被蜂蜇了一下，睁开眼睛一看，医生都已经把棉签按在我的手指上了。我重重地呼出一口气，终于好了。医生笑眯眯地伸出大拇指说：“小姑娘，你真勇敢。”
爸爸妈妈也看着我笑了。“妈妈，谢谢你，我终于不怕抽血了。”我紧紧地抱住了妈妈。
做勇敢的女孩演讲稿 篇7
我喜爱小狗，因为它活泼可爱，总是一副无忧无虑的样子。我喜欢它快乐的样子，因为每当这时，它总会做出一些怪样，逗得我们全家都哈哈大笑;有时它却很懒，但有时也很勤劳;它既笨拙又聪明。总而言之，它天真烂漫、憨态可掬的样子就像20__年最受欢迎的小沈阳那样，使人打心眼里喜欢它。
我的娇娇是一个勇敢的“女孩”。那是一个星期六，我和妈妈、娇娇像往常一样去公园散步，要路过一条光线很暗的石路。我牵着妈妈的手，娇娇开心地蹦在我们前面。突然一户人家的狼狗拦在我们面前，那是一条凶恶的狗。娇娇不懂事地叫了几声，冲上前和那只狗“打起架”来。不管我和妈妈怎么喊，娇娇都好像没听见，她一只小小的狗，怎么能够打败一只狼狗呢?幸好，我们的叫喊声引来了狗的主人，主人一把拉住狼狗，还用鞭子抽打起来，狼狗不得不放下娇娇。
那天晚上，娇娇受伤了，经过一个星期的治疗，娇娇基本痊愈了。它回到了家，回到了属于自己的家。晚上，也许是因为身体比较虚弱，娇娇早早地爬回了自己的卧室。当我去看它时，它已经睡着了，在柔柔的月光下，我看到了一位熟睡中的知己，一位敢用自己的生命来换取我们之间感情的知己!
做勇敢的女孩演讲稿 篇8
假期，我去外婆家看妹妹。
我坐上爸爸的车，然后就去外婆家了。到了，我急忙下车去看妹妹。妹妹看到我高兴坏了，马上向我跑来，我伸出手去拥抱妹妹，却不料妹妹摔了一跤，把皮擦开了。这时，外婆来了，就马上带妹妹去医院看病了。我跟了过去。
到了医院，我们挂好号之后，就找医生看病，医生说妹妹的手没什么大碍，只是皮擦开，要贴创口贴而已。我想，妹妹没贴过创口贴，一定会很疼的。医生帮妹妹贴了创口贴，可妹妹一点都没哭，医生夸妹妹是一个勇敢的孩子。
因为还要复查，所以我就住在外婆家。过了三天，我带妹妹去医院复查，医生说要打针，因为妹妹的伤口深了许多。我领妹妹去打针，妹妹看见针一点也不害怕，笑着让护士打。打完之后，旁边的家长和护士都说妹妹很勇敢，妹妹便开心地哈哈大笑起来，我看着妹妹，也情不自禁地笑起来。
我的妹妹虽然只是一个五六岁的小孩子，但她的勇敢令我吃惊。我爱我的妹妹，她的勇敢是我永远没有的，也正是因为妹妹的勇敢，让我更加的崇拜妹妹!