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He was like- "Are you a woman of colour?"

And I was like-
"Am i?"

-Mayra, to her husband about being in this project

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 I was never sure who I was, because there weren't really people like me- so I would hang out with people who weren't white and thought "I must be like them."


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In a way, it's easier to just be white-washed, and forget who I am.


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When Jonathan got his motorcycle and I got that helmet with the Mexican flag on it, my dad sent me a text saying "You're so beautiful, and strong."