Leaning against my fist, I stared at the classroom in front of me–voices entering one ear and quickly exiting the other. Like most teenagers my age, I often find myself lost in thought, daydreaming away from reality.

Once the results of the presidential election came to mind, I began to question the outcome of the next four years. With a blank face, I pictured the different ways my life would turn out if only one thing was different–my skin color.

If I wasn’t Filipino, my younger sister wouldn’t complain about people calling her Chinese because of her eyes. I wouldn’t worry about my little brother not relating to characters in children’s books.

If my skin wasn’t tinted, I wouldn’t hear my family complain about having darker skin. There wouldn’t be a stack of skin whitening soap from the Philippines underneath my sink.

If I wasn’t a minority, the history of my race would be glorified in America’s public school curriculum instead of brushed off like it’s nothing. I wouldn’t think about my great-grandparents’ lives in the Philippines while being taught about American imperialism in class.Made withLEARN MORE

If my race was accurately depicted, I would have more people like me to idolize in entertainment. The few actors that share my race wouldn’t be fetishized in movies. Nearly every Hollywood film would feature my race–87.1% of the lead characters would look like me. 

If I wasn’t Asian, I wouldn’t be expected to take the phrase “Model Minority” as a compliment. Others wouldn’t assume I automatically have good grades because of my race, and regardless of my SAT scores or extracurriculars, I would have a better chance of getting into a prestigious college.  

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