EElizabeth's English Blog #4
By: Elizabeth Crotts
In my last blog post, I talked about
impact and influence. I am no longer obsessed with Disney’s 1950s Cinderella
and I don’t wear colorfully sparkled sneakers. The biggest impact on my life is
my family. I know that’s a traditional cliché but, when you’ve lived every
moment surrounded by them, it molds you into who you are. The meals they provide for you control your
sense of taste. The environment you were raised in impacts your comfort
and sensitivity to noise, touch, smell, sight, and taste.
I grew up in a small town, which
gives me a different sense of comfort than someone from a big city. The smell
of fresh-cut grass or diesel exhaust comforts and reminds me of moments spent
with my grandparents. Blueberry muffins bring back memories of baking with my
mother. Box-cutters and cowboy boots to
me symbolize my father and the hard-working man, he’s been for my entire life. Chocolate
ice cream and dance parties remind me of the priceless memories my siblings
and I have created together. These are the people in my everyday life who have
transformed me into the kind of person I am today.
I would be lying if I said social
standards and pressure don’t have any impact on me. I think we all have a
desire to be included and seen as valuable to friends, neighbors, and sometimes
strangers. It’s rough being left out or seen as less than because of what they
deem as worthy or important. I can’t have social media, I don’t care about
trends or even celebrities. To most people around my age, that means I am an
outsider. It’s taken me a while to come to terms with that. I am not trying to
give a big speech about how everyone is unique and special in their own way,
because this is not a script for a cheesy teen film. But, somehow I have learned that being an
outsider gives me the most freedom to be who I want to be not the person
society tries to shape me to be.
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