Biracial Of My Life Essay

I’m biracial. That sentence took me a long time to accept. My entire life up to this point at age seventeen has always been about the question: who am I? What am I? As a half white, half chinese citizen of New Hampshire, fitting in took me a little more effort than the average person. With 94% of the state’s population being white, 2% asian, and only 1% biracial, I was not a part of the statistical majority like everyone else I knew. Growing up in Salem, New Hampshire my entire life, I was limited with the people I could meet. Even with my yearly trips to Malaysia and other various vacations around the world, my home was the basis of my knowledge of people. I’ve been in the same school district, same house, and same life for as long as I can …show more content…
When all the other kids were having fun and making friends, I was playing alone. Specifically, I can remember three girls who I always wanted to play with, but they wouldn’t let me. They told me that I was different than them and they took opposition to that. Being just a small child, I was crushed. These three girls whom I put on a pedestal in my head wouldn’t accept me. This moment is so lucid for me because it was really difficult for me to comprehend at that age. I would just cry and play in the sand box alone at recess and wonder what was wrong with me. Elementary school got much better as I made new friends. However, I did start to hid my identity. Miniscule things such as not bringing snacks from the Asian grocery store to recess or not inviting my friends over for my Chinese New Year parties all started. I wasn’t purposely trying to hide my identity; it was more about trying to fit in. My choice was to bring my white side to the spotlight and put my Chinese side backstage. From my memory, I think it worked fairly well and being a quiet child made me sink into the crowd instead of stand …show more content…
The only difference is now I am truly happy with who I am and not a lot of people can say that. I finally learned what it means to be biracial. It wasn’t about trying to fit into a box, being a part of the statistical majority, or blending in with the crowd. It was about taking the best of both cultures and embracing them. I wasn’t made to blend in or be life everyone else. I was born different and that is what I choose to accept and love. No part of that should be hidden. I take great pride in being who I am and being different. My life would be completely different if I wasn’t biracial. Being a part of two different races has given me double the culture, double the experiences, and double the knowledge that I will carry on for the rest of my