Looking Into The Mirror

When I was younger I would look into the mirror.

Wishing that my skin were just a little darker.

That my Spanish was a little bit farther along.

Sometimes I felt like I didn’t belong.

Hearing that I wasn’t Mexican because I was light.

Or didn’t speak Spanish just right.

When I was in elementary school I felt that I wasn’t really accepted as being Mexican because I didn’t speak Spanish or didn’t have the right shade of skin.  It wasn’t until middle school that I felt like I actually belonged.  I met my friends that accepted me for who I was. All of us had family from the same part of Mexico, El Valle De Guadalupe.  I accepted that the only person that I should worry about making me happy was I.  My friends helped me realized that there is no set image of what I am suppose to look like or talk. They help me bridge out to join M.E.Ch.A and La Sociedad on campus.

I know who I am and what I stand for and that’s all that matters. The weight caused by the perceived views and pressures slowly lifted as I became more comfortable with myself. I was able to focus more on other things, with out that sense of being judge. My actions and beliefs dictate my identity.

I wake up in the morning now, still looking into the mirror.

Still the same shade of skin and same skills in Spanish.

What’s different from back then to now?

I accept who I am and I smile back at myself in the mirror as I begin the day.

I am not trying to live up to others expectations of how I should look or speak.  I am who I am.

One thought on “Looking Into The Mirror”

  1. This is beautifully written. I like the use of the mirror image of yourself. It reminds me a bit of Frida Kahlo’s self-portraits.

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