Friday, August 24, 2012

Where do I fit in?


Was there ever a time in life where you felt like you didn't fit in?  Growing up, I always felt like an outcast.  I feel like most people have a strong sense of ethnic/racial identity, and they don't have to hesitate on the "race" portion of any form they've ever filled out.  As someone from an Italian and Thai background, I never really knew what to put or how to identify myself.

Source

No matter what race I decided to tell someone I was, people either didn't believe me or had no clue what I was talking about.

Sample conversations from my past:

Ding Dong 1: "Italian? My uncle is Italian and you sure don't look like him."
Me: "Well, thank God for that."
DD 1: "Well, can you speak Italian?"
Me: "No."
DD 1: "Then you're not really Italian."

Ding Dong 2: "Asian? What kind of Asian? Japanese?"
Me: "No."
DD 2: "Chinese?"
Me: "No."
DD 2: "Vietnamese?"
Me: "No."
DD 2: "Well what then??"
Me: "Thai."
DD 2: "What the !@#$ is Thai?"
Me: "Thai, you know, as in from Thailand."
DD 2: "Oh you mean like Pad Thai? But I thought that was just a food."

Ding Dong 3: "Hola Maria! Habla espanol?"
Me: "No. Soy italiana."
DD 3: [in English] Italian? Yeah right. No really, where are you from?  Bolivia?  Honduras?" [Or insert just about every other Spanish-speaking (or Portuguese-speaking) country, I've heard about all of them and have had many versions of this same conversation - Cuba, Mexico, El Salvador, Peru, Puerto Rico, Guatemala, Portugal, etc.]
Me: "No, I'm Italian."
DD 3: "Whatever.  I know you can speak Spanish, you're just pretending now."

As a kid, whenever my mom's friends were around, they would look at me as if I were an alien and ask her questions about me as if I weren't even in the room. "Can she even speak Thai?" "Wow, look at all that curly hair, she's definitely not Thai."

It wasn't until I read an article in a teenybopper magazine (Seventeen magazine, maybe? Can't remember) as a teenager about Kristin Kreuk (from Smallville, if you remember that show), where they described her as Eurasian.  And that term blew me away, as I began to do more research and find pictures of people who looked kind of like me (and I am by no means an actress or a model, not by a long shot, but I just mean their facial features and coloring and hair, etc).


Kristin Kreuk - Source

Maggie Q - Source


Olivia Munn - Source

As I got older, I stopped letting it bother me and kind of enjoyed being a bit of a chameleon.  On a trip to Miami with my dad, we went to the Miami Zoo.  I stopped at a kiosk to get ice cream and the guy behind the counter asked me if I was from there (meaning Cuban).  I said, "Sure." And he gave me the ice cream for free!

Charlie (who is also part Asian) and I got married in Hawaii and we fit right in.  Everybody thought we were natives because there's such an amalgamation of Asian ethnicities there.  Oooh, using big words there, did ya like that? :)

Now I always joke around with people who are trying to fish and see what nationality I am without coming out and asking.  They'll ask, where are you from? And I'll say, Virginia.  And they'll say, what about your parents? And I'll say, oh they're from all over, but most recently Virginia. :)

I guess the point of all this is that I'm finally comfortable in my own skin.  White, Black, Asian, Hispanic, Native American, whatever - I accept me.

So now it's your turn, tell me about a time when you felt like you didn't fit in.  Doesn't have to be about ethnicity. You know I love reading your comments, they make me smile!

Ciao!


18 comments:

  1. I never seemed to fit in growing up. Always had a very hard time making friends and opening up at first. I was constantly picked on and teased. I finally started pretending that it didn't bother me. That was true on the outside but on the inside it hurt like hell. Finally started to realize that I am who I am and I LOVE ME. Who cares if no one else does!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I do! And I'm glad that you are now more comfortable in your own skin. xoxo

      Delete
  2. Fitting in is such a hard thing. At times I feel like I am happy and fit in everywhere. Other times, not at all. When travelling to see my husband's family in Mexico I stand out as "different" immediately but at the same time feel like I belong there with them. It is a challenging concept. Thank you for this post,really thoughtful.

    ReplyDelete
  3. My BASIC background is Indonesian (even that, it's divided into 3 tribes, with one tribe divided into 4. Confused? Me too.) But growing up in Indonesia, it wasn't hard. When the ask what's you background, we usually just stated what tribe mom and dad are.

    Here, it's pretty easy. I just say I'm Indonesian with a mix. Or literally sometimes I say I'm a mutt.

    if you really wanna know, I'm Bataknese Toba, Bataknese Karo, Manadonese, Bugis, Lebanese, Chinese, and Dutch. BAM.

    But if some jack4$$ asked, I would be like, "I'm American. Deal with it."

    ReplyDelete
  4. When visiting the rez I reallly stand out with my Irish colouring. The hubs is Scottish...really Scottish....emigrated here when we were married Scottish. He's constantly asked where he's from...Ireland? No. Australia? Nope. The weirdest was when he was asked if he was from Finland, go figure!

    Your newest follower; loving your blog!

    ReplyDelete
  5. I honestly get the "is there anyone out there who gets it" feeling every three years because thats how often we move. I don't mind it so much anymore since my husband and I are pretty close (as should be,haha) and find that niche with ourselves. It's always difficult starting new, but really makes you much stronger in the end.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. My hubby and I are pretty close too and I feel fulfilled by him, so I definitely agree with you there! :)

      Delete
  6. Uh I can't believe people acted like that, pretty rude, I can honestly say I have never asked questions like that, everyone is free to be who ever you are with out people asking "What is your nationality?" Geez. Thats all you should ever want to be is your self and I will do my best to teach my children that being who you are with out fault is important, your beautiful who cares what made that happen! Great post! :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you so much for your sweet comment! I know, I never ask people that either, and frankly, I don't really care, I like people for who they are, not where they came from!! :)

      Delete
  7. You've been nominated by moi for an award....woot, woot! Love the blog. Check it out!
    http://chasinghailey.blogspot.com
    Anissa from Chasing Hailey

    ReplyDelete
  8. Love the post! I kinda feel the need to apologize for all the morons out there! Pad Thai? Really? THat's just ignorant. I wish more people had filters or buzzers to tell them when something is just not appropriate.

    ReplyDelete
  9. LOVE THIS!!! (and your use of "big words", ha!)
    I had a similar convo with Glam Hungry Mom... see my family's background is: Peruvian, Chinese, Italian, Spanish, Afro-Peruvian, English...yeah..you get my drift :)
    Also, I moved from Peru to Miami and did not feel like I fit in at all! Thing is that I already spoke English and I was 10 and in 6th grade, I was the new little awkward girl with the accent who didn't know who to hang out with and didn't know who was poking fun at me...I caught on nonetheless. Sometimes when I tell people where I'm from they think I should be missing teeth or wearing feathers..(seriously!) what I like about my childhood was that you can be from Peru and be from so many other ethnic races/nationalities. So it was almost like living in Miami ;) This is why I loved the Olympics' parade of nations because it shows you how so many countries are of mixed cultures/races.

    Andie
    <a href="http://andiestravelingpants.blogspot.com>Andie's Traveling Pants</a>
    PS, if you went to the Zoo Miami, then you visited my "hood" lol!

    ReplyDelete
  10. This is a great post! I can totally relate. I am adopted. I am fair skinned with reddish, brown hair. My mom is caucasian and my dad was half black and half native american. Now can you imagine my confusion of what to write on those stupid things we all filled out as kids. What nationality are you....where is your family from...bla boa. I used to cry in my room when we would get them because I had no idea what to write.
    Fast forward....as an adult I thought I am done. Never have to do that again. Wrong. Your kids bring home that same homework. I was probably PMSing and when my daughter asked me, I snapped and said I don't know just ask your dad (parenting at it's finest). Minutes later she comes skipping in the room and says, don't worry Daddy knew all your answers. Eyebrows raised, I say...really?? I look at the form and he filled out Irish for my heritage. I asked, so we are just lying? He said, nope - I always figured you are Irish, so you just are. As silly as this is, it really made me feel wonderful and gave me a sense of belonging. :-)

    ReplyDelete
  11. ahh, ghood post! growing up in a small town mixed kids were far and few between - I got
    "you dont sound jamaican," - random kids
    "ugh prob because im from the same town as you moron" -me

    ReplyDelete
  12. I think we all have times in our lives, or most in our lives where we feel like we don't belong. At 33 I am still searching for the "place" where I fit, until then, I am enjoying fitting in with my family. I can't relate to everything you wrote about, but I definitely know the feeling of not belonging. I enjoyed reading this post and I look forward to more. Take care, Courtney

    ReplyDelete

Roses are red, violets are blue, you know what's awesome? Getting comments from YOU!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...