Understand that I am not offended if people ask if or assume I am black because my hair tells them I “must be." I’m offended because I am told I must be mistaken when I say that I am first-generation Mexican American because that is the culture with which I have always identified.
Thanks to my work with Girl Body Pride
Maybe the constant questions can be tiring, but so is listening to the media tell us we're all fat if we happen to be a size 10 or bigger. Loving ourselves as we are comes with learning to accept that other people don't control how we see ourselves in a mirror or dictate which culture we identify with based on their perceptions. Me? I'm Mexican. I'm hypenated.
That's who and what I am. And I'm proud of that.
Are you proud of what you are?
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