My father is from Colombia and my mother is from Georgia. I have pale freckled skin, glasses, and I am a natural blonde with bottle red hair. I did not grow up speaking Spanish (my siblings and I the only cousins who do not speak it). When I was 15, very few of the people I invited to my big day believed that I was Colombian American. It was like if I wasn’t “Hispanic enough”, I didn’t deserve the party at all.