I believe that it doesn’t really matter what race you are. Being Hapa, you don’t usually look like your mom or dad or anyone in your family…you don’t always fit into your cultures.
You’re kind of half way there, you’re accepted as more than an outsider, but not as if you were “pure” whatever.
But I had to step back and think to myself. It doesn’t matter whether I look like my family or not because we all love our friends, but we look nothing like them, right? So that shouldn’t change anything.
I love being Hapa. It is part of who I am. That’s why I love the question “What are you?” It gives you a chance to tell people that I am unforgettable in a very unique way. It is something to be proud of.