My mom’s second grade class thinks I’m adopted. My father rarely talks about race or culture. My friends consider me “exotic.” People seem to delight in telling me which of my personal characteristics are “white” or “Asian.” I am the exact mix of East and West. There is no need to pick one or the other. There is only need to recognize my own unique beauty.

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