I am biracial. I identify as Asian American. I am both Asian and white. Yet I am neither Asian nor white. This duality is hard for many to understand, but it is my world. It is my normal.
I grew up in rural Minnesota, going to school in a town of 1,200 people where I was the only not fully white kid in the entire elementary school. Later a few other minorities moved to our community, but even by senior year there were only two other biracial kids in my graduating class of 90 students.