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Race Topic on Children + Update

Before I actually talk about the actual rant, I just want to add some things before we do. So as you can see, I'm gonna stay on for a little more but not as much as I used to. I'm not making Wattpad my priority anymore, so that means I'm not gonna be on as much but I will be on. Maybe I'll be on more during the summer but who knows, plans change.

Also, we're getting close to the 100th chapter and after that I'm thinking of ending this KIND of thing? This story started off as a little joke like...I never thought anyone would actually read it. And if you read the first rants to ones now they're completely different. My point of view has changed a lot through out it and you can actually see me grow as a person? I've said stuff back then that I don't mean now and I don't want to go back and edit so idk I kinda wanna start new but I don't want to make a new book or delete this one. So I'm gonna seperate the old chapters with the new chapters and from now on there will probably be less silly chapters than social justice chapters, yeah? Sorry! I mean I'll try to pop in a little joke here and there but I've matured :/

Alright... here's the rant. So I suggest you watch the video on the side before reading this so if you havent seen any "doll test" videos, then go watch it.

If you're White and plan on having White babies, please keep this in mind while raising one: don't make race a bad thing. I don't care if your thoughts on racism is just leave your children out of it. They pick up on that shit, alright? If you have to, push them a little to make friends of different races. If they say something mean about children of color, point it out nicely. Just don't make your children grow up racists and expose them to dangerous things that most of us were raised to think.

As a former child of color, trust me RACE DID HAVE AN AFFECT ON MY CHILDHOOD. My lightskinned Mexican Mom always prefered me to always to hang out with my White friends. When my darkskinned friends wanted me to go to their house, my mom would say no. Sometimes I'd have to tell her that they were White to let me go and that's not okay!

So I had White friends and I had Mexican friends. My White friends were smart kids and always had A's while my Mexican friends got A's too, but for some reason were never seen as smart. Me on the other hand was considered smart since I hung out with my White friends more.

When I was with my Mexican friends, I'd always feel at ease. I didn't feel like I had to impress them with how wealthy my family is or how my fashion sense is matches theirs. You know how I felt I needed to impress my Mexican friends? I felt like I needed to PROVE them that I was just as Mexican as they were. I FELT LIKE I NEEDED TO PROVE THAT I WAS MEXICAN BECAUSE I WASN'T A STEREOTYPE LIKE THEY WERE.

Sometimes else that happened while I was with my Mexican friends was that they'd always call me "gringa" or "huera" which mean "White". So would my extended family. It made me feel bad because i was thinking well... aren't I Mexican too? They made me think I wasn't, so then I tried to be White because apparently I wasn't Mexican, right?

But when I was with my White friends, they'd always tell me my "accent is so good" and that "I wasn't like the other Mexicans" but in reality... I was. My family is cheap. We shop at thrift stores. Sometimes we barely are able to pay the rent. We buy Cocoa Dyno Bites instead of Cocoa Pebbles. We're prolly the most cheap people ever, we just hide it by buying fancy looking shit at Goodwill than buying $300 flatscreen tv's and Iphones like my other fellow Mexicans.  So obviously, it hurt me that they thought that other Mexicans weren't good enough for them. And that's what lead to my "White Washed phase."

I prayed and prayed every night for lighter skin and blue eyes. I cried when I put on a Blond wig because I wanted to be Hannah Montana for Halloween but blond looked terrible on my dark skin. I stopped speaking Spanish as much that it lead me to loose my accent in Spanish. I tried to be as "White" as possible and not get linked to my Mexican side.

Obviously I grew up and I love myself and my Mexican heritage but there are some kids that don't and that's what bothers me about racism: it affects children too. Just please don't teach your kids this shit, make them love their skin and heritage.