Something deep inside me truly believes that my life will be better if my nose slopes instead of bumps.
My parents left their home country behind to give me the American Dream. But, like other immigrants, they discovered that this dream is only attainable if you know English and have a solid education.
I’m half-white and half-Hispanic but until recently I only identified as white.
Brown University has been my dream school since I was 7 years old. I was over the moon when I was accepted. Until my twin decided to go as well.
Young filmmakers on race and identity.
Many people see their sexual orientation as a huge part of who they are. But for me, my identity isn’t really about who I’m attracted to.
I’m African — a first generation Eritrean immigrant. But my parents tell me, I’m not black
You wouldn’t know I’m Filipina by looking at me. Growing up, when people questioned my identity, I started to question it, too.
As an African-American teen, I often feel like I’m walking around with a big target sign on my head.