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Mexican In Name Only

The Most Insidious Form of Identity Theft

Daddy holding me on the day of my baptism

Practically my whole life, people have asked me what ethnicity I am. They just can’t quite identify it. Apparently, I’m “exotic” looking with my olive skin and hazel eyes and high cheekbones and full lips. Maybe they ask because they’re genuinely curious, or, maybe they ask because of their inability to compartmentalize me, and it makes them uncomfortable. I never really gave it too…

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