I am Hispanic and I used to find shame in my race because my father would always force it on me. He would say you’re brown, why do you dress that way why are you trying to be something you’re not? But now I am proud to be Hispanic although I still dress how I want to. I’ve learned that I love my culture and heritage. My people went through a lot to be proud and be able to stand brown. I have no judgement for no one, I love all but I’m proud TO BE ME.
This is my family and my name. This is what makes me happy. Before I used to be ashamed of my name. I used to hate the backstory to [it]. Now I’m happy and proud to be able to speak that last name, and if it wasn’t for my siblings I wouldn’t be.