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It put me in a box, limiting me in ways I didn’t realize until recently.

No matter how anxious I was to tell my family about my boyfriend, I felt proud of my interracial relationship, like we were the result of the world uniting and becoming a better place.I was running around my house in a black one piece bathing suit and remember looking down at my stomach, thinking that it stuck out too much.I immediately sprinted outside in the daylight to get a better look and make sure I wasn’t fat.To them, Black men were filthy and diseased, which could only mean one thing: I was too.As my luck with white men plummeted, I was inevitably pushed further towards black guys.Flo Rida’s “Can’t Believe It” flowed through party speakers with its lyrics “Damn that white girl got some a** I don’t believe it” and “black girl got some a** it ain’t no secret”, taking me back to feelings of insecurity I started having as a little kid.

The first time I had ever questioned my physical appearance was before I even began first grade.

” I became known as that girl who was only interested in dark men and suddenly, the body that took me years to become comfortable with became one I was questioning again.

“You have no a**, Erica” one guy commented at one of these parties as LL Cool J’s “Big Ole Butt” blasted through speakers, while another told me he was willing to deal with my lack of a chest because I had “an a** like a dancer.” Many of the songs on the radio by black artists seemed to put emphasis on parts of the body that I was lacking.

In Rochester everyone appeared to me as clones, walking down school halls clad in American Eagle apparel with Aroma Joe’s coffee cups in hand, but at TU everything clicked.

Gay, bisexual, straight, transgender, black, white, Asian, it was there and it was beautiful. “I can’t believe you dumped me for a n*%$#@.” Telling your parents about your new boyfriend is hard enough when his skin is the same color as yours, but it becomes even more difficult when he is at the opposite end of the color spectrum as you.

I grew up in one of the seventeen cities in the United States named Rochester (Wikipedia, 2015).