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Personal Narrative: I Am A Mexican Woman

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I am a Mexican woman. I have a big, round face, flat nose, and small, squinted eyes. My skin is light brown, an everlasting tan. And I have hair as unruly, and out of control, as a monkey hyped up on drugs. Since the day I started paying attention to the world around me, it has been ingrained into my mind that the only people who have a chance at success would look nothing like me. A woman. Colored heritage. And this combination made me the abomination. My presence was already the wrong path towards success and greatness. This is my chance to come in from the sidelines. To create something great, to be someone great. Even with my ‘disadvantages’. I will stay ahead of the game, to be able to reach the finish line of my life. A finish line full of wonderful things and great accomplishments, not just for myself but for those who have helped me along the way. …show more content…

I didn’t wish for people to think me any different than them. The differences that I held to those around me who were considered ‘normal’ scared me; now, however, I have changed my way of thinking. The realization, that by being different I can change things in this world, has finally struck me. I want to stand out. I want to let the people around me see who I am, what I can do.
Being a woman of color has me at the pinnacle of ‘whosits’ and ‘whatsits’. Being a woman of color means that I have more eyes looking in my direction whenever I do something, anything, and everything. Being a woman of color is not an offense, it is a compliment. The greatest compliment anyone could receive. Being a woman of color is something that I am proud of. I am proud to call myself Latina, proud of my darker skin tone, proud of all the things that I have had to do so that I could get to where I am now. Being a woman of color is

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