<p>Truff, that’s kind of like hating Americans because of rednecks who smash your car windows with beer bottles lol. :rolleyes:</p>
<p>I don’t think I was always fine with being Chinese, but that was mainly because of the stupid bowl cut my mom made me get for, like, the first twelve years of my life (lol). 
For me (and this sounds really dumb and all) it was like…um, the symbol of oppression and the thing that made me a target for racist jokes (not all of them funny either).</p>
<p>We always spoke Chinese at home, though, and though sometimes I hated the culture my family came from I remember always being happy about the fact that I was bilingual, orally and on paper.</p>
<p>lol then I got interested in math competitions, music competitions, racket-related sports, etc. at around the same time as the Olympics in Beijing were starting. There started being kind of a positive side to all the stereotypes in which people would almost encourage me to focus more on my goals simply because you’re Chinese, so you must be really good at that. And when I did, it was just kind of a transition for me with seeing things in a different light.</p>
<p>Truthfully, I don’t think I ever have time to stop and consider which culture I relate to the most. I could spend time mourning the fact that I’m torn between two completely contrasting cultures that I’ll never really belong to, or just accept the fact that I have advantages over people who aren’t in the situation I am. So I conclude my life story. <em>bow</em></p>
Everything my mom cooks is, like…pure non-grease. None of us can stand the stuff.</p>