as it's bhm, something i wanna talk about on a personal level is the certain experiences only mixed children (usually) experience.
growing up mixed - having a white mother and black father - i had to deal with a lot of things that i was not fully understanding of until i was in my teens. my mother's family, a good portion of them is extremely racist and are openly so. my biological mother didn't raise me, but my great aunt (her aunt) did - and she did her best to learn about how to do my hair, to take care of it and my skin and to make me remember that i am a mixed woman. my MOM (not my biological mom) would literally search all over town for black women to teach her how to do my hair, what products to use -- all of my braids and beads and cute styles back in the day? HER doing. she did what she needed to and i will always commend her for that.
my father's family, i didn't grow up around them. i ended up officially meeting them later in life - in my early 20s. it was a whole entirely different set of experiences i wasn't aware i could acquire. if i listened to any rap music at all it was "what you know about that cuzzo?" if i knew anything that i "wasn't supposed to because i grew up 'white'" it was like a big shock to everyone. and yet, at the end of the day, i was sort of pushed to the side by both sides of my family.
because, truthfully.... i'm not white enough for my mother's family but i'm not black enough for my father's family. and something that sticks with me to this day is how because i'm biracial, i have no place in either.
but, i've learned to just accept that and live my best life. knowing that i'm beautiful.
[not rebloggable, sorry. i'd rather not.]