"I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen."
Blind eyes.
I've talked about this in the past, but hey we might have some newcomers in my end of the blogosphere. I grew up in a largely white neighborhood -- I can count on my one hand the number of Asians there were in my grade from the years of kindergarten through eighth grade, and I can probably count on my other hand the number of other minorities there were in my grade during those same years. Looking back, I wouldn't change the environment in which I was raised because it's made me who I am today. But at the same time, I wouldn't say it was always a cake walk. I remember thinking this same thought when I was younger, except I was on the other end of the statement: "I wonder how many people have looked at me all my life and ever seen me." I knew I was different. No matter how you sliced and diced it, my race made me different from everyone else. There were going to be things about me that people didn't understand and things about everyone else that I just didn't get because of the cultural barrier between my home life and my school life. I genuinely wondered how often people looked at me and immediately classed me into "Asian girl" and left it solely at that. I wondered how many friendships/relationships were passed by because the immediate and inherent reaction of judging a book by its cover compartmentalized me in other people's minds. I don't think it was really until college that I felt like I was really beginning to be seen by people, but it's not until now that I've begun to wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen? When you're on the other side of the looking glass, you often vow never to be whatever it is that makes you feel smaller or lesser than you deserve to be. But what happens when it feels like the tides are starting to change? What happens when you begin to feel like there are so many people you are subconsciously passing by in your life?
Besos,
RC
Blind eyes.
I've talked about this in the past, but hey we might have some newcomers in my end of the blogosphere. I grew up in a largely white neighborhood -- I can count on my one hand the number of Asians there were in my grade from the years of kindergarten through eighth grade, and I can probably count on my other hand the number of other minorities there were in my grade during those same years. Looking back, I wouldn't change the environment in which I was raised because it's made me who I am today. But at the same time, I wouldn't say it was always a cake walk. I remember thinking this same thought when I was younger, except I was on the other end of the statement: "I wonder how many people have looked at me all my life and ever seen me." I knew I was different. No matter how you sliced and diced it, my race made me different from everyone else. There were going to be things about me that people didn't understand and things about everyone else that I just didn't get because of the cultural barrier between my home life and my school life. I genuinely wondered how often people looked at me and immediately classed me into "Asian girl" and left it solely at that. I wondered how many friendships/relationships were passed by because the immediate and inherent reaction of judging a book by its cover compartmentalized me in other people's minds. I don't think it was really until college that I felt like I was really beginning to be seen by people, but it's not until now that I've begun to wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen? When you're on the other side of the looking glass, you often vow never to be whatever it is that makes you feel smaller or lesser than you deserve to be. But what happens when it feels like the tides are starting to change? What happens when you begin to feel like there are so many people you are subconsciously passing by in your life?
Besos,
RC
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