“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman, being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me that is the true essence of beauty”
In the life of a biracial girl
I thought this post was important for me to write about and share with you. I am usually asked if not every day than every other day “what are you.” Umm ok… well for starters, I’m no alien or strange looking creature? Lol. But I definitely am no ordinary person either. My beautiful mother is a mix between Scottish and German descent, American Indian and African American. My father is mixed with both Puerto Rican and Italian. And well I’m somewhere in between.
I’m grateful that I have grown up and have had the opportunity to be exposed to many different cultures and that I have been exposed to many different types of people. Honestly, it gives me a unique perspective. Growing up being exposed to many different and unique things has opened my eyes and allowed me to realize how beautiful and special life really is. I’ve been fortunate to of traveled to many wonderful places around the world but there is so much more I hope to see.
My entire life questions about my race have always been presented to me. Sometimes I’m unsure about how to answer the questions. I’ve dealt with a lot of positivity and a lot of negativity towards it. Some people think it’s a beautiful thing being mixed with multiple races and some don’t. Some people are just curious and some don’t understand. Some are intrigued and want to know more and some are harsh with words. I’m not the type of person to categorize myself into one type of “group”, so it was difficult for me seeing people attempt at doing that. People would think that because I was friends with white people that I was or wanted to be a “white girl” or if I was friends with black people that I was “the black girl” or even the “white girl wanting to be black.” It was extremely hard at first because I simply couldn’t find the right in between with people but then I quickly learned that none of that mattered. It didn’t matter who I was friends with or where I sat at lunch. I just wanted to be with people who I was comfortable with and could relate to- color doesn’t dictate that. The world today has gotten so use to and comfortable with categorizing people.. skinny, fat, black, white, hispanic, nerdy, smart, stupid.. and the list goes on. We even have to check a box when describing who we are. I always just put “other” because not one small box defines what race I am nor who I am. People your whole life WILL label you off of judgment or one look but I’ve had to learn that’s what people naturally do. For a while I felt as if I didn’t really belong. I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb no matter what. But as I got older the more “okay with it” I felt. I’ve had learned to love and embrace being different from most people. I now enjoy people asking questions and even being infatuated with what I’m made up with. Lol even the person staring at me as if I’m some sort of alien is okay too.
I’ve come to realize that yes, people are always no matter who you are, what you say, or what you do will have some sort of opinion about you whether it be good or bad. But as long as you are happy with who you are as person and live every day to better who you are as person- nothing else really matters. Looks wont and will never define who you are.
I’m writing about my story because of its importance to me. For a long time I felt uncomfortable in my own skin and I didn’t embrace who I was. But I hope that sharing this has affected or caught the attention of at least one person and made them think. I hope it made them think that stereotyping and labeling people is not okay. Or if you are on the receiving end, it’s ok- love who you are and realize it’s actually a blessing that you should be proud of…my mom always says the reason she has had so much success in her life is due to her biracial background. She can easily relate to all races and walks of life and that people don’t know how to categorize her so it gives her a leg up- she never gets pigeonholed. Learn to LOVE and OWN who you are. No matter what you look like or what people will say. Because there is not one other person in this world who is as unique and special as you are and there is not one other person who will love you as much as you can love yourself.