In my journey in finding my own identity I have stepped in many thorns and fallen into many holes . But even with these struggles in my life I have been able to be at this point of knowing little by little the person I’ am and are becoming. I’ am here feliz como una lombriz and with no regrets of the past and with an open mind for the future. College has been the newest explorations I have embark, slowly with this new slide of my story I have come to realize that, I’m changing. Changing in the sense that I’ am no longer who I use to be, back in the day when I was young not a kid anymore, even though I do miss those days it was time for me to move on, when I crossed that graduation stage and said “ Que onda” to my new life as a college student. At the beginning I was scared out of my mind for this new stage, I didn’t know what to expect. I was blinded by my own fear to attend college that I would often had thoughts of not even attending to this nightmare. Yes, I had my older sister’s as motivation to go, but there was something inside me that didn’t want to leave my bubble of comfort. It wasn’t until I read my sister Boris interview with my dad, she did two years ago for her final. That it made me realize that I needed an education to become someone that’s happy in life. It seems cliché, but I thought about it and over analyzed it until I couldn’t anymore, and I broke down and realized that even though my dad’s and I relationship isn’t the best, I felt so bad he couldn’t follow his dream in becoming a veterinarian. I thought to myself how ungrateful I was being, my father had to stop following his dreams because of his fathers death . And aqui estoy yo , born in califas with all the benefits of being American, and I don’t want to go to college because I’m not “ready” for the change. I took my realization as one of my motivation to go to college and see it with optimism instead of my pessimistic views. Its been a long journey a journey that is filled with a thousands of stories that make up my book of who I am, I’ll tell you some only if you promise to stay tune.
Have you ever worn a mask one-two one-two, M to the A to the S to the K. Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day.
-The Fugees
At home the only language that my family used to communicate was, is and will always be Spanish. I remember when I was a little girl I always was made fun of the way I would spoke English. I always questioned my self why they would make fun of me, we were taking the same classes, we were the same age, I didn’t look different, and I wasn’t a clown.
” I stand before you as an impure-American and Ambiguous American”
-Richard Rodriguez.
Every day I would question myself, I grew angry, angry with my self at my race, a todo. When I was growing up I would want to be a part of what the majority of people in my school or friends were doing. I remember I would speak Spanish mocho, as if Spanish was my second language. I wanted to be part of the “in crowd” and if I had to leave, or deny the real me I would do it , without thinking what I was giving up. This time of my life was the hardest; I was going through so many things, identity crisis, family issues, and self-doubt. I was confused; I didn’t know who I wanted to be, If I wanted to show society the “real” me hiding beneath the veil. The veil of shame, the veil that society shaped my views, on how I had to live my life in a country where everyone follows and very few lead.
“ English was for public display Spanish was for privacy -and
Privacy quickly turned intoshame”
- Richard Rodriguez
It wasn’t until I was older and I started to take history classes on my gente that I realized that I didn’t need to be a part of any clika. Living with that veil only blinded me from my raizes. At times I would reminisce about all the babosadas, stupidities I would do just to fit in, fit in a society that didn’t accept me for who I was or who I was trying to be. I was done with trying to be something I wasn’t ,I had to accept my multicultural self. I was tired of running away from my reality.
“ I feel like one cancels out the other and we are zero, nothing, no one . A veces no soy nadani nadien. Pero hasta cuando soy no lo soy”
- Gloria Anzaldua
Frankenstein, your culture is based on a clash of different cultures you have been exposed ,to you took a little bit of each and made it your own.
Mi Cultura has been a clash of two different worlds. It has also been one of the biggest stepping stones on the path that led me to who I’ am today. Even though as a child I denied the second half of my culture ,the Mexican side of me I came to accept both sides of my culture,” we are synergy of two cultures with various degrees of Mexican and Angloness”-Gloria Anzaldua. I am no longer ignorant to my roots, I can now see how it has been shaping me and helping little by little in finding who I want to be. Also it has helped me to strive in every hardship in life and not get knocked off my feet by any little obstacle. The back bone of Mi cultura is my family. All of them have motivated me in each unique way. My mother and father have been the greatest influence for me to take pride en mi cultura. Mi Madre y Padre have shown me how to become a better person, they have given me all their love and love, at least in my culture is one of the main reason we stay alive.
“Love is our greatest nourishments” - Victor Villasenor
My culture has defined me in many ways. My culture is where I live, how I speak, how I show my emotions, how I interact. I’ am my culture’s clash and I take pride that I’ am who I ‘am.
“Pero mija el Hombre de la casa es tu padre” But hunny the man of the house is your father.
I never understood why my mother would always repeat those words to me. Why couldn’t she say she was the women of the house. It was than that I realized I was different then my cousins and friends. I had different views and I would always speak out to what I thought was equally right for me. Especially when my tio’s or tia’s would try to “put me in my place” because I wasn’t acting lady like, what ever that is.
“I think a lot of confusion toward feminism is also based in the fact there are many different types of feminism”
- Christina Libby
This to me was all so confusing, I didn’t understand why my aunts never stood up for them self’s, There was a time that I hated being a women, because I thought that we were so weak, so vulnerable, brainwashed . I remember this time, that my uncle was verbally abusing my aunt, I couldn’t take him talking to her like that. I stood up for my tia my thoughts running threw my head were “I’m going to feel great after I do this, and man oh man I’m getting it when I get home“. Even though installed fear was in me, I just did it, without thinking about the consequences. Gracias a dios , my parents didn’t discipline that night, Instead “ el hombre de la casa” , my father had a talk with me. My father told me that it was ok for me stand up for my Feminine rights, “Mija es mejor tener una voz que estar con la boca llena de palabras”, its better to have a voice then to have a mouth filled of unspoken words.
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
-MLKOnce upon a time I silenced the things that mattered to me. But as I’ve gone through the journey of finding my identity, I realize that the struggles in my life had to happen in order for me to find who I truly am. The assimilations, taking pride in my cultura, and standing up for my rights as a women , had to happen in the path of thorns and holes I fell into. Instead of seeing all those things that I went threw as struggles or obstacle, I see them as foundations. The foundations that shaped me to become the person I’ am today. Una mujer con mucho gusto de ser quien es, una mujer hecha y derecha.