Personal Narrative Essay: Gender Stereotypes

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I always wondered if I was Black enough. My hair is kinky, curly and sticks up in all directions when I wake up. My skin is a warm, tawny brown with undertones of orange, which compliment my chestnut brown eyes. I kept especially educated on the oppression of Black people and the continuous history that seems to be perpetual . The most obvious point, my mother is African-American. Yet, because of my White father, I am considered almost everything but Black. I grew up in the melting pot city of Miami raised by my mother and father who each emphasized their sides of culture. My father cooked traditionally Swedish dishes and played old Irish movies on Sundays. My mother played gospel music on Sundays as we cleaned the house and danced to the rhythm. To fuse both sides of my ethnic groups, my parents would read the book, “Black, White, Just Right,” which followed a girl that looked similar to me and she too was biracial. As a young girl, with no strong representation of myself in media, it was important that she brought clarification to me that I wasn’t the only one, that being biracial was beautiful…show more content…
My choir teacher decided to put on the musical, Hairspray, which discusses topics of race. The teacher scanned the class for the palest of skins to put as the Corny Collins Show cast and I was sure the teacher would pass right by me. It wasn’t until a girl raised her hand and said,” Well, Ananda is White too.” As true as that was, I was also Black and would be considered a person of color. It kind of startled me that everyone preserved me in this way. It kind of made me angry, no matter how cool headed I am, that someone could throw away everything that my ancestors went through for a minute part in a play. Being the extremely shy girl that I was in my younger years, I put on a smile and put my feelings on the back burner. I learned that no matter what anyone else had to say about me, I am who I
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