The talk about being mixed race today during seminar made me think about my experience being mixed, because I’ve always felt like I’ve never fit in with both sides of my family. Both my family and my family’s friends always told me since I was little that I’ve always looked like a doll, my Filipino family because I was really pale, and my white family because I looked Asian. I was always really uncomfortable with being called that, but I don’t think it was until recently that it made me uncomfortable because it was felt like it was dehumanizing me. I felt like I was stared at when I was at the Filipino hall because I was too light skinned, while with my white family, it made me uncomfortable because I was darker than them. It left me with a hollow feeling in my chest for a long time because I didn’t really have a place I could fit in. That feeling is still there even to this day.