I was struck by the video of Latinos talking about race. In particular, that mother talking about her children and how they dealt with their skin color. I remember me apparently being much less different from the others than my sister was, in terms of color and hair. It was only as I grew up I understood where her desire to have straight blond hair stemmed from. She has always had a controversial relationship with her body, and we both always had complex feelings about religion. But the thing that also resonated to me was the girl speaking about her lack of identity, the fact of being denied part of her identity, this is what, I can realize as a grown-up, happened to me, and I feel it now more consciously day after day. I have always felt a sort of envy for my sister when people would understand right aways she had a different origin (by her appearance and her name) because at least they knew. Sometimes I was feeling like I should have been "normal" as people were seeing me, but inside I wasn't, there was this part of me that people couldn't see and that they were denying even without knowing it. It still happens but now I'm more aware of the fact that ultimately the choice is to me of who to be.
