Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Monday, August 6, 2018
Am I Asian? Or the secret wish #23andme
I’ve been asked ‘Where are you from?’ more times than I can
count. Really they were asking, “You look foreign. Are you Asian/Chinese?’ I’ve
always had 2 standard answers, “I have no idea. I’m adopted,” and if I felt
sarcastic – ‘Dallas.’
Every time someone asked, my heart would squeeze a little. I
was afraid too afraid to admit- I wanted to know where I belonged. For 30+
years I’ve longed to know why my top eyelids curve more than the average
American. I’ve wanted there to be a reason why my hair is jet black and my eyes
are dark brown. I didn’t want it to be random.
My desire manifested itself throughout my life. In middle
school Biology I was obsessed with Punnett Squares – the little diagrams that
determine what the chances of a child inheriting a trait or gene. My birth
mother had dark blonde/light brown hair, so I knew my biological father likely
carried the dark hair gene in order for me to turn out the way I did.
I also made a game of deciding if people looked more like
their moms or their dads. When I first met my in-laws I was blown away by how
much my husband’s siblings looked alike. My now siblings have entertained my
discussions of their looks for over 9 years.
I’ve also been drawn to Asian characters in pop culture my
entire life. For example, when they were younger, most girls probably identified
with Kimberly, the Pink Power Ranger. I was instead drawn to Trini, played by
Vietnamese actress Thuy Trang. I thought she was beautiful and strong. There
are plenty of examples beyond that, and it would mean a lot to me if I had a
deeper connection to it than just enjoying the culture.
So – I finally decided it was time. After seeing some of my
favorite YouTube personalities receive their #23andme results (here’s looking
to you Jen Ruggirello and Eugene Lee Yang, (both of whom are of Asian descent), I took the plunge. My heart is
racing just thinking about it. In just a short month I will finally know where
I am from.
I so desperately want to be Asian, and to believe that one
of the biggest desires of my heart could come true, but why admit it before I
see the results? What if they come back completely different? I’m tired of
waiting – and maybe you’re tired of waiting for something as well. We all have
a hope we’re carrying around in our back pocket, and it’s time to let that
dream breathe.
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