Most of my confessions are stories about my dad. Of course I’m older now and accept my family just the way they are, but I wasn’t always so confident. A lot of my stories come from when I was younger, trying to accept myself. I started to see that I was different and that caused me to get embarrassed.
My dad used to work nights so he would bring and pick me up from school. I remember when he picked me up I would run to his truck and duck down so nobody saw me. I wanted to fit in and because of that I struggled with the fact that I was mixed but looked white. Looking back, I feel bad that I used to be ashamed of my dad and who I really was. If I could go back, I would tell my younger self to be strong and that being different is something to brag about!!