Hapa to me represents diversity. Diversity of mind, heart, and soul. I am not bound by one ethnicity or by one culture, which has allowed me to absorb many, including those which may not be connected to my own mixed heritage. I feel as if hapa people experience their own “diaspora,” and it leads us in the most unexpected directions. The hapa path remains undefined.
As I write this, spell check keeps flagging the word “hapa” as incorrect, so we are still a mystery according to Webster. I’m not entirely Caucasian or completely Asian, but I’m definitely 100% hapa. So one big heartfelt shout-out to all the hapas out there in all their crazy shapes, sizes, and colors. It feels good to write this, to celebrate the different.