Why I Wished I Was White

Growing Up With Immigrant Parents and as a Person of Colour

It took me a long time to embrace my ethnic identity. I always saw it as a hindrance to fitting in socially.

I distinctly remember the first time I felt ‘othered’ at school. I was in kindergarten and I was eating my delicious lunch of leftover pizza. My friend Cathy looked over at me and said, ‘Oh…I love pizza (pronouncing it…