One thing I love about myself is my Korean heritage and culture. Growing up - in a predominately Caucasian community - I did everything I could to be American, even though I was born in the states. I hid the fact that I spoke Korean at home, ate Korean food, had a Korean middle name (My middle name is Mesan, I told friends it was a typo and that the “S” should be a “G” making it Megan). I wanted to be like everyone else, to fit in, to be "accepted". The social conformity was real.
Fortunately or unfortunately it wasn't until after college that I saw my heritage and culture as unique part of my identity - one that should be celebrated and not be repressed. After undergrad, I moved to LA and NYC, both experiences opened up my eyes to the rest of the world, a world that's a melting pot of cultures, language, point of views, and walks of life.
It took me a few years but today,I 'm proud of my Korean identity and heritage and LOVE the fact I get to pass it down to my children.