Often we’re treated like exotic flowers, who should feel complimented when people say stuff to us like, “All biracial women are so beautiful” or “I would kill for your skin.” One of the hardest things about growing up the way I did is feeling like you need to choose one racial identity over another just to fit in. The fact that strangers constantly ask you to identify yourself (forcing you to put yourself in a category) makes you feel conspicuous and gazed upon. You catch strangers looking at you. You know what they want to ask you. You know that they won’t leave you alone until you give them a rundown of your heritage.
hawaiian/japanese/chinese/portuguese. fetishizers ain’t gettin none of this ;)
So, here’s me, Filipino, native American and black. Happy Asian fave appreciation day
only photo I could find where we don’t look like idiots, and even so, we’re in a bath tub.
Charlotte?? Small world!
My name is Brenna and I’m eighteen years old.
I am White, Colombian and Mexican. But I am 100% human. :)
thought I would submit a selfie! Although I may look more asian than latina, I’m a proud Bolivian/Filipina :)