You’re either too much or not enough for someone.
I started to question who I was and where I belonged. For most of my life I let others play around with my identity. From school teachers to other members of my community, someone had something to say about who I was.
My first year of high school, a teacher told me I was going to get "married young and pregnant" after high school if not, by the time I left high school. All he knew was what I looked like.
My first day of college, I was asked by a professor for my full name only to have him laugh at me and say, “Would you like a side of tacos with that?". He didn’t know me either.
I was too Mexican, too ethnic, too different. Simply not enough.
From my own people I heard, “yeah but… you grew up here so you might as well be a gringa”. To them, I had been too Americanized, to them, I was a lost cause.
Now, at 20 years old, I have found myself.
Soy Mexicana and no one can take that from me.
Estoy orgullosa de ser inmigrante and no can take that from me.
Estoy orgullosa de ser Latinx and no one can take that from me.
Soy quien soy and that’s enough for me.