When I tell someone my preferred pronouns are they/ them/ their, I never know what to expect.
I have never celebrated Christmas because I’m Jewish. For the longest time, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t participate.
My newfound feminist beliefs are real. They weren’t handed to me. I had to earn them by living day by day.
You wouldn’t know I’m Filipina by looking at me. Growing up, when people questioned my identity, I started to question it, too.
For most of the girls that I got the opportunity to interview, African dance is an outlet for them. It is something that either ties them to their culture or simply gives them a space to feel safe and express their passion for dance.
Disney made headlines recently because the production crew were “struggling” to find an actor to play Aladdin in their upcoming live-action remake. Apparently, the 2,000 auditions just weren’t enough for them to choose from.
It seemed like no matter where I was, I wasn’t either not white enough or not Mexican enough. But I found my inspiration to pull through it all in an unexpected place: music.
I take a lot of pride in my Chicana heritage, even though my authenticity gets questioned all the time.
Pupusas, Salvadorian tamales. Oxtail soup. These brought me closer to my culture.