Growing up biracial has some advantages... The compliments about my effortless year-round tan and naturally curly hair are the most frequent side effects. But then there are the days when I get assaulted with questions. I'm not sure why strangers feel the urge to know my race. I assume because some people feel lost without labels. Usually they seem relieved to know my racial identity, like it were a game of Clue. But instead of Mrs. White in the Conservatory with the candlestick, they open the envelope to see mixed, biracial or milano.
So here it goes. Don't worry; I'll start from the beginning.
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