How about being the only-child black sheep of a Colombian mother and Irish/Ukrainian father? My mom could pass for Italian, but her Hispanic legacy is strongly expressed in me, all wrapped up in an Irish surname. I grew up without much diversity and didn’t even realise I looked different from everyone else until I moved to a big city for university. Getting asked what I am or labelled as purely Colombian gets so old at home, but when abroad I thrive in the confusion my appearance causes. I can “pass” for a lot of ethnicities – First Nations, Turkish, Hawaiian, half Asian, a dark Eastern European. Fun, but it still doesn’t quite make up for the identity-angst I often feel.
I am probably not what you think.
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