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What do you see when you look at yourself that you didn’t see before?
I see the [brown] on my skin
the [under eye] circles, that tell the infinite stories of my [ancestors]
I see my dark brown hair and eyebrows
I see [Mexico] and it’s indigenous peoples, mixed with European rule
I see my immigrant parents who worked so [hard] to be here
I see new beginnings and a new generation.
I see years and years of work under the sun, I see, community.
I am a [sum] of some of the things I’ve been used to seeing for so long now.
My very [white] mom and my very brown dad. My dark brown grandma and her strong cheekbones, the [strength] in her eyes that are emphasized by her long grey hairs.
I am, no longer [ashamed] of these things and for these things that
make me, alive, beautiful, human, unique, powerful
I am 22 years of learning, trial and error
I am understanding that these things that make me, me, make me human
I am not supposed to look like everyone else because
everyone else is not me.
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