For the longest time I struggled with my identity.
I grew up with a Caucasian father, and a Caribbean mother. We didn’t incorporate any of my mothers culture into our daily lives. I went through school with people telling me I wasn’t black, and other people telling me I wasn’t white.
It became really hard for me to know who I actually was. I was listening to everybody else try and tell me who they thought I was, and I never took the time to figure it out for myself.
I had light skin compared to some, but dark skin compared to a lot of other people I knew. I always had people coming up and telling me how ethnic I looked, but then in class I distinctly remember people telling me that I wasn’t black enough to be getting upset over stories of slavery that we read in the classroom.
It was seriously confusing for me.
Everyone could see I clearly wasn’t white, but I didn’t feel comfortable calling myself black either. So who was I?? What was my identity??
Going through this hair journey of mine has clarified so much. It has truly brought me back to my roots and helped me realize where I came from. I clearly am a women of color, no matter how light or dark my skin is compared to others.
I find it so ridiculous how people are so quick to put everyone around them in a box.
You look this way, so you are this. You don’t look like them, so you are now this.
I mean, fuck off would ya??
I look at myself and I see a beautiful woman of color. A beautiful mixed woman with two beautifully mixed cultures. With roots spanning across the ocean into two completely different lands.
I’m just me.