I’ve never understood race. Is race the color of my skin, my heritage, the way I feel about myself, or what the world tells me I am? Growing up I’ve been placed as a white girl and people believe in privileged; however, the color of my skin isn’t my story. Just because someone is a specific skin tone on the outside that doesn’t mean its who they are. Nowadays a lot of us are mixed, a lot of us are judged, and a lot of us aren’t even judged by our skin, but rather our sexuality. People are beautiful and amazingly different. Our skin tone, sexuality, background, and race isn’t who I am, it isn’t my story. I’m Karlee and that’s really all that matters.