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I never realized I was an Asian.
Nor was I aware I was from South Korea.
The thought of identifying myself as Asian was redundant for I was, indeed, from Asia where Asian people lived. So when I no longer lived amongst “my own people,” I was immediately labeled, “Asian.” However, I wasn’t exactly excited about the new label. Not that I was in denial of my Asian heritage, but I didn’t comprehend people’s continuous need to point out the obvious. Yes, I am Asian, but you are only looking at a microscopic part of me. My ethnicity had no more significance than saying, “I am a girl.” However, whether I liked it or not, people constantly reminded me of my Asianness. [excerpt]
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Lee, Michelle, "A Confession of a Blonde Asian Girl" (2014). SURGE. 40.