I’m Sarah Parker.
My parents are happily married and we have an everyday house. I'm an only child. I don't have any special talents and I don't play any instruments, but I do sing. Even though I would never let anyone hear me, I'm in my schools chorus. It's kind of weird how I can't sing in front of anyone, but I can go up with my chorus just fine. I don't have the perfect body. I have scars like many people do and my hair is not perfectly curled or straight. I straighten my hair everyday because I hate my natural curly hair like most curly people do. Everyday I see pictures in magazines of women and always wonder how different my life would be if I looked like that. I am aware that those models do not even look like that, but it still hurts seeing them. I don't do a lot of things just
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My music is the one thing that keeps me calm. It helps me get through the school and any other problem. As I walk into my school, I realize how much I hate myself for wearing this outfit. Black boots, black jeans, big shirt, and big sweatshirt. Without my sweatshirt I feel uncomfortable. Even when it's 90 degrees out, I still wear it. I always hear the same annoying comments. "Aren't you too hot?" Or the famous "how can you even wear that?" I always smile and say I don't know even though I do know. I could be dying of heat, but will always keep my jacket. I walk through the doors waiting for everyone to scan my attire for the day. It always happens. It's not even a mean thing, it's just what they do. I walk slowly to my class and when I finally get there I take out my stuff and await the torture. The rest of the day passes by slowly until I get to chorus. My favorite. I love singing and my friends are in there too, but the teacher is a whole other story. She picks favorites and when she doesn't like you, there's nothing you can do about it. But like everything else, chorus also passed by
My music is the one thing that keeps me calm. It helps me get through the school and any other problem. As I walk into my school, I realize how much I hate myself for wearing this outfit. Black boots, black jeans, big shirt, and big sweatshirt. Without my sweatshirt I feel uncomfortable. Even when it's 90 degrees out, I still wear it. I always hear the same annoying comments. "Aren't you too hot?" Or the famous "how can you even wear that?" I always smile and say I don't know even though I do know. I could be dying of heat, but will always keep my jacket. I walk through the doors waiting for everyone to scan my attire for the day. It always happens. It's not even a mean thing, it's just what they do. I walk slowly to my class and when I finally get there I take out my stuff and await the torture. The rest of the day passes by slowly until I get to chorus. My favorite. I love singing and my friends are in there too, but the teacher is a whole other story. She picks favorites and when she doesn't like you, there's nothing you can do about it. But like everything else, chorus also passed by