Being an adopted child in a world full of stereotypes

I think a large part of my identity my whole life, was me being adopted. I think I was maybe 4 or 5 when I really was hit with the reality of being adopted. I was at daycare and this other little boy ran up to my mom and pointed and at me and then at her and asked “why is your mom white, if you’re brown?” I had never really understood that I was different until someone took the time to point it out to me.

I think one of the biggest challenges about being adopted isn’t the fact that you look different than the rest of your family. Or that you come from somewhere else. I think it’s the way your life is split. Your physical appearance says to be one thing, says society, and the other part, which is mental and emotional tell you to be who your family raised you to be. Who your family influenced you to be. Growing up I had several different races of friends. Except I remember that I’d either be the only brown girl within a group of all white friends, or the brown girl who acted like a “white girl” in a group of all latino/mixed friends. There was never a place I felt that I fit in entirely.

When I was younger I saw this is a challenge, now I find it as one of the coolest experiences to live. Everyday I am breaking stereotypes, every day I am fighting against people who have their judgments based on physical features. I think it’s important to connect with ours who go through this. Because you fight racism or you fight a fight, but it’s a different kind of fight than other kids who may look like you fight. You’re split, between two worlds and so you feel connected to both sides.

The question I’ll be focusing on is, how does being adopted shift/influence your perspective on the world? Where do you feel as though you stand? Do you feel like you need to help make the change in perceptions of people?

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