He was like- "Are you a woman of colour?"
And I was like- "Am i?"
-Mayra, to her husband about being in this project
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."
In a way, it's easier to just be white-washed, and forget who I am.
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."