Aradia Rose Williams 'Cultural Identity'

Finally, people’s cultural identity are totally different from different places they were born. Everybody is themselves and there is no way you can change that or them. The most important elements are ethnicity, relationships, community and family to cultural

Although the popular insult “uncultured swine” is wildly amusing, it can never actually be true. Everyone has a cultural identity that is shaped by factors such as heritage, upbringing, education, and personal experience. Since these are defining aspects of a person’s life, it is no surprise that the cultural identity borne from these factors have a huge impact on his point of view. One’s culture greatly influences the way one views others and the world.

Anna appears to be a confident, well-rounded individual who’s cultural identity has evolved resulting from an acquired dis-ability. Clearly, she is a dedicated athlete and proves to be highly resilient, as she has adapted to her new physical form and continues to compete athletically. Anna has proven to be physically and emotionally resilient yet is experiencing challenges deconstructing her intimate relationship with male partners due to internalized sociocultural norms of beauty, sexuality and her feminine identity as a person living with a disability (Beckwith & Yau, 2013). In working with Anna, I would explore her beliefs about relationships and sexuality, to get a sense of the dominant narratives she holds about beauty, sexuality, ability,

She and I had an especially close bond. Shortly before my dad’s accident, both her parents had died. I was the one who supported her through a very difficult year. As a result, she always treated me differently from the other kids—almost like an adult.

There is a Mexican man that enters with the rest of his family. They eat beans, rice, flour tortillas and etc. The family does there every day routine, the dad wakes up at six- thirty to go to work in his truck. The children go to school and the mother stays at home. The things a person does in their all has a reason which goes all back to culture. Culture is what makes up everyone different from one another. Texts such as “What is Cultural Identity?”, “Where Worlds Collide” and “Two ways to Belong” supports that depending on one’s culture it effects one perspective on the world and others.

To start off, the biggest factor that influenced my cultural identity is race. My ethnic background is what I was born with and associate with my entire life from the moment I was born. Although, living life as a minority (half black/half Mexican) meant that I missed out on the racial privilege that is automatically presented to white people. Assumptions are rarely made on a white person solely based on the fact that they’re white or, rather, not nearly as often as it is for minorities such as myself. With that said, assumptions regarding my mental, physical, and emotional health were often established right off the bat from peers and strangers alike.

Years later, I saw her again. I had seen her in glances, around the school, but now it was different. She collapsed into my arms sobbing about how she

My unique experiences and relations help shape my opinions and reactions to different situations. My work reflects my cultural upbringing which has, in return, impacted my cultural identity. I also bring my cultural identity to school through projects I complete and clubs/meetings I attend, as I always try to incorporate some of my own beliefs into my work. Other cultural identities are constantly impacting my own personal cultural identity, at school and throughout my life, as I often hear other opinions and read stories/textbooks that have the author's cultural identity influence on them. Furthermore, every time I see some kind of media or item that reflects someone else’s personal cultural identity my own cultural identity is impacted. As a result, my cultural identity is constantly changing due to experiences I have at school and throughout everyday life.

At some point along the way, she inspired me to begin journaling my thought and feelings. The journaling continued through high school and the once angry, sad and isolated adolescent became a happy, personable, social teenager. In my thirties I became the person that everyone came to for advice and for a sympathetic voice. I am still to this day the go to person to help people sort through their feelings and frustrations for friend and co-workers. So many people have said “You should write a book.” During a difficult time in my life, I did just that. This book was not for anyone to ever see or publish, but was a collection of writings and stories of how I became who I am today. Maybe someday someone will find it and believe it is interesting enough to publish. Once again, there goes my

When looking at ones identity many thing can come in to play. Where are your family from? What are your religious believes? What is your place in society? These thing make up who someone is.

Having been born to Laura Guse and Thomas Ward, in Cottonwood, Idaho, who were the ones who cared for me until Thomas died, Life was full of many disappointments, both from others as well as towards others from me. Life has been very turbulent but, disappointments are a huge part of growth and this is why change happens constantly around the world. Mine is just a small part of this enormous amount of change that happens every day

A few years passed by and as she grew older, so did I. I began to grow apart from her as I began to lose my innocence and became more mature. Though I still visited her everyday, the visits grew shorter and shorter. Have I mentioned that she traveled? Well, every summer she would travel back to Chupicuaro, Michoacan, a small town in Mexico. This is where my father, his 3 sisters and 2 brothers where born. Mamaya loved that house. It was an orange pink color. Not very appealing to the eye but it was good enough for her. Mind you, my Patony built that house by hand. It had a

Cultural identity is the basis in which identification is used to express different aspects pertaining to identity and heritage. A person's cultural identity may be created by social organization, as well as traditions and customs within their lives. The two aspects that construct my cultural identity are the frequent chores I must complete every day in order to fulfill my behavioral expectations, and the youth group I attend weekly. These aspects are important to my family and me. Therefore, my identity has an immeasurable effect on my upbringing into this multi-cultural world I live in.

years. As I remember many of her stories. I was the last of five children many of my brothers still live in L.A. I am the only one that reciter in Texas. I live in the city of Mesquite I have four children. My oldest child is twenty one she got married and begun her family she has one child his name is Julian. She works as a back teller and she is a wonderful person she brings her son almost every other weekends I get to enjoy him as much as I can. Julissa who is my second daughter is only eighteen she is still working in her associate degree. She likes to party and go out with her grid friends on the weekends. I still don't think she really knows who she wants to be being in school has and will help her I tell her every day. Freddy who is my third child is only fifth teen. He is in high school. The only thing he is interest in is playing video games. Is real hard to get him to play outside with his friends. My last child Sergio, he is only twelfth. He is in seven grade. Once in a while I have to go to the school to check on him. I have three Chihuahua dogs they are all crazy. I have a few memories of my

I’ve seen things happen to good people, spent many nights sharing stories with others that no one should have to experience. I witnessed the ugly side of life. I made choices that weren’t the smartest. I put my life at risk many times and by the grace of the people and community around me I am fortunate to stand her today as the woman I am. Confident. Caring. Compassionate… I was a Foster Child. Runaway. Unadoptable. Abused… These are the words I let define me for many years, before I go on I want to be clear, these words now have no grounding on the person I am today. I have embraced them.