I grew up in a world with Ana, Sofia, and Katie.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with blindfolds, secrecy, and anguish.

Jalisa – Philadelphia

Age8 nicknamed "half breed" by fam is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

Jalisa – Philadelphia

Hanging out with Non family members put a lot of my insecurities to rest.

Jalisa – Philadelphia

I grew up in a world with Family, School, and Problems.

Turtle – San antonoi

I grew up in a world with Love, Yelling, and Illness.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with my little pony, hot cheetos, and minecraft.

Betty – Seattle

never! is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

Betty – Seattle

I grew up in a world with domestic violence, child sexual abuse, and an insular Indian American community.

Los Angeles

Being bullied for my race at age 6 is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

Los Angeles

I grew up in a world with Grandma Elizabeth, Grandpa (real dad) Donald, and Uncle Shaun (brother).

Sharna Shea – Sharna153@hotmail.com

I grew up in a world with Mario Kart, Reese’s puffs, and The islanders always being shit.

Casey Malloy – Darien

I grew up in a world with a body, a head, and a brain.

Anonymous

Hanging out with a chicken put a lot of my insecurities to rest.

Anonymous

Being true to myself means being both a chicken and eating chicken.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with love, silence, and secrets.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with religion, hypocrisy, and questions that have been disregarded.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with love, racisms, and tragedy.

Marie – Lopez

6 is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

Anonymous

Hanging out with Nadine put a lot of my insecurities to rest.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with Black families, a lot of relatives, and church members.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with my family, my faith, and my race.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with care, discipline, and family.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with Middle class families, White neighbors, and Few biracial kids.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with Middle class families, White neighbors, and Few biracial kids.

Anonymous

When I moved to Arlington is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

Anonymous

Being true to myself means being both White and Black.

Anonymous

My little white lie is...
I am biracial Lutheran Middle class Insecure Judgmental Embarrassed.

Anonymous

I grew up in a world with love, stability, and family.

Sara – Charleston

I grew up in a world with segregation, religion, and love.

RK – Annapolis

Being true to myself means being both honest and loving.

RK – Annapolis

My little white lie is...
I don't always tell others I'm biracial because I'm white-passing and don't want look at methem to as yet another Rachel Dolezal ..

Anonymous

My truth is liberating.

RK – Annapolis

My little white lie is...
jesus was white and science invalid.

RK – Annapolis

I was in ESL in kindergarten is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

Anonymous

Hanging out with Asian friends put a lot of my insecurities to rest.

Anonymous