Monday, August 15, 2011

Face it, you're Latina.

Never in my life had I been comfortable in my own skin. I always felt like being tan was a curse. I wasn't fair skinned like the women on TV or in the magazines or even at my school. I was this weird olive. I worried if people ever judged me by the color of my skin. I would dream that I would marry a southern boy with sweet American roots and we could live happily american after. But then something drastically changed in me this summer.
I guess something just clicked. There was something about mexico this time around that took my breath away. I realized that you cannot runaway from your roots. I am who I am, whether I like it or not. Everything began to look astonishing and just beautiful in my eyes; the dances, the architecture, the relationships, the community, the language, everything.