Hi, My name is Kimberly. I have white skin and freckles.
And yes, I'm Mexican.
I cannot tell you how much grief I get about this. "Kim, you're not Mexican!" Really? Why do people think they know my blood better than I do? I qualify for Hispanic scholarships. The cut-off for checking the "Hispanic" box on applications is a quarter Hispanic. I am a quarter Hispanic.
"How is this possible? You're so lying!"
Well, these are my grandparents:
(That's Zach, my grandma, and my grandpa. Please notice his skin color.)
He is one hundred percent Mexican.
I feel like I'm part of a giant Hispanic family, full of brothers and sisters I don't know yet.
I hate when people talk about Mexican immigrants and generalize. "THEY are all thieves. THEY are all taking our jobs." One of those immigrants was my great-grandfather. He came from Mexico. He raised a family. His children went to college. I'm his legacy. I'm living his American Dream. I am so proud of him and I want to honor my heritage.
Hi, my name is Kimberly. I am Mexican.