Hello! I am a bit late to this party, but I have loved seeing everyone’s entries! Congrats to
@Dunquixote ,
@Koopadude100 , and
@Foreverfox !
mine came out looking more patriotic than intended (meant to try and blend Japanese and American styles):
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(design by me - the hat says Nikkei haafu - half-Japanese ethniticty)
Here’s my thoughts (somewhat similar to the post I made on the ‘what race are you?’ thread):
What I want to celebrate is the complexity of identity and diversity.
My face did not come with an instruction manual for beauty
I wrote this phrase years ago in an attempt to describe this sense of my inability to conform to the neat boxes we tend to use to define things like race.
What are you? - Throughout my life I have been asked this question or similar questions many times. I am half- white and half-Japanese American (my mother was born in the US). Growing up in a mostly white area, I was always seen as ‘the Asian girl’, and it became a big part of my identity, and also set me apart as someone other - children made slant eyed faces at me, adults asked my father if I was adopted, or if he brought my mother back from Vietnam. I hated my flat little nose by 5th grade - I wanted a cute, pointy, ‘Jane Austen heroine’ nose.
Then I went to college at a school that was majority Asian American, thinking I would fit in, and suddenly people were asking if I was ‘really’ Asian - I didn't grow up speaking the language, which many see as a sign of inauthenticity, (my grandparents were interned during world war 2 and therefore did not want to teach their children Japanese), I ‘grew up white’, didn’t I? In reality the idea of how culture is passed down is so much more complex, but is didn’t know that then and it hurt to think this identity I had held for years might be something that didn’t legitimately belong to me.
It was a big shock, and I spent years feeling like I had to pick which side to be and establish my authenticity as an Asian person in order to ‘count,’ or else ‘give up’ on being Asian and be white.
To make a long story short, over the years, I’ve had to redefine myself and my sense of my race and what it means to belong to a culture or