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In this post, I’m diving into my Hispanic side. As I mentioned before, my dad is from Mexico—but not just anywhere in Mexico. He’s from Oaxaca, a place that, as a kid, I struggled to pronounce. Over time, though, I got the hang of it.
Growing up, I didn’t have many Hispanic friends. It wasn’t until high school that I met others who shared a similar background. But even then, I still felt like I didn’t quite fit in. At first, I thought it might be because they were fluent in Spanish, while I was more at an intermediate level. Sometimes, I couldn’t fully follow their conversations, and that left me feeling a bit out of place.
But I think the real reason I felt disconnected was that no one else seemed to come from where my dad is from. When people asked me where in Mexico I was from, my response would often be met with a confused look and a, “Where’s that?” Most of the people I knew were from more familiar places like Durango, Jalisco, and Michoacán.
As I grew older, I realized that it’s okay to come from a place that isn’t as common—it makes me even more unique! I’ve learned to value and appreciate Oaxaca, and I’m proud to say that’s where I’m from. I couldn’t be more grateful for the beautiful, rich culture Oaxaca offers and the tremendous love and support I receive from my family there. Most of my dad’s family still lives in Oaxaca, and I proudly call it my second home!
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