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  • - Sabrina


    When I was very young I lived in a nice town and went to a school where I was well liked by teachers and students. I participated in sports and activities and I was a well adjusted child. When I was 8 my parents got divorced and we moved to my moms hometown and everything changed. It was a very small town with a small minded mentality. This town was not so accepting and open minded. It was 99% caucasian and I am bi-racial. Half black/half white. I never really knew I was different until after I moved. The other students were horrible to me. I got called the “n word” when I was in 4th grade and asked my mom what it meant and she was horrified. I was also very tall and skinny, very lanky. I was made fun of for that too. My “friends” would lie about hanging out with me because they didnt want other kids to know we were friends. The bullying was relentless. I felt like I was a monster. When I got into middle school my friends went to parties and hung out with guys. I was never invited because they were too embarassed to be seen with me. I felt horrible that people would be ridiculed just for being associated with me. In high school I was a cheerleader and for homecoming games we would wear a football players jersey. No one ever wanted me to wear theirs and I would have anxiety attacks when that time of year came around. I never had a date to a school dance or or a boyfriend while in school. I remember an African American boy transferred into my school when I was in 10th grade. He was a foster child. He was made fun of so bad that he switched schools after a few weeks. I really got into rock music when I was about 14 because it was all about embracing individuality and being an outcast. It resonated with me. Going to rock concerts was my only salvation. I listened to music alone in my room for hours and wrote my own songs about being an outcast, it gave me strength to go on because for about six years I really wanted to die. Shortly after graduating high school I moved 3,000 miles away to a big city. Things got much better for me. I went to school for fashion and individuality was not only accepted but embraced. I finally started to make real friends and grew into my body a bit more. My lanky figure that I used to be made fun of for was now embraced. I was no longer “taller than all the boys” and accused of having an eating disorder. I suppose I was what most would consider a late bloomer. I remember the first time one of my friends said something nice to me. It was shortly after I moved and she invited me to a very upscale party because she could bring one guest. She told me she wanted me to come because I was pretty, intelligent, and well spoken. I burst into tears because I had never been complimented by a friend or peer at 19 years old. A few years after moving I started getting facebook friend requests from the girls who tormented me and messages from the boys who made fun of me asking me if I wanted to go out with them when I was in town next. I never respond to those messages although it does make me chuckle from time to time. I do still chat with the other “unpopular kids and outcasts.” Most of them have since moved out of that tiny little town and are pursuing big dreams. They are doing something with their lives. The “popular” kids who teachers praised still live in my little hometown. They work mundane jobs or live in their parents basements. They are now jealous of me and the other “losers.” So I am here to tell you that it does get better. There will be a point when no one cares if you never got asked to a dance or had a lot of friends in school. It seems like it will never happen but it will. I now have amazing friends who appreciate me for me. I still struggle with self esteem issues but things are so much better. Since moving I’ve had the opportunity to meet some of the musicians that saved my life when I was a teen through their music. They shared stories similar to mine about abuse and bullying. When I was a teenager I never in a million years thought I would be sharing stories with my idols about being bullied. Through the encouragement of my friends and the confidence I’ve gained I’ve finally begun to pursue my own music career in hopes of inspiring others to hold on.