My aim was twofold: to validate my parents’ sacrifices and to adapt to the new identity thrust upon me. Despite my efforts to assimilate, I still faced discrimination from both immigrants and native Canadians. For so long, I’ve been gaslit into thinking that financial, immigrant status, where I live, and what my parents do for a living, would define my worth. “Normal” teenagers are worried about their looks, hair, boys, and relationships. I felt excluded, instead of having struggles that a normal kid would have, I was insecure about struggles that an adult would have, about getting the cheapest option at a grocery store, about being afraid to eat my lunch, about bussing to school each morning and seeing friends pass by in their Honda Civic, about realizing that my classmates are not actually in the same “class” as …show more content…
Without those “ugly” emotions, and those deep cuts, internal cancerous growth could’ve never been discovered. It was important to me to recover after a big fall, but it was also important that I stayed on the ground for a bit, making sure that I could get up, and that I reflected on why I tripped in the first place. Ensuring that the same thing won’t knock me down again once I get up. So, when I say, “I hate being an immigrant”, a part of me has accepted that I don’t feel 100% comfortable about something, and that’s okay. I hate living in an apartment” and that’s okay. When facing discomfort, I find a deeper resilience and understanding of myself. My parents, a continual reminder of all the difficulties I’ve faced, have fostered in me the strength to face whatever comes. I’m grateful for my darker days, just as much as my brighter