Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.
I love being mestiza (half white, half filipina). I really do. Being the result of two completely different ethnicities has really affected my life, but in a good way. I love how I've been exposed to two different cultures all my life and it's affected how I view the world, how I live my life, etc. I can see HUGE differences between the people, between my two families, and it's crazy just how different they are. When I was younger, I definitely has more Filipino pride. Now, I am proud that I am both- which in reality is its own ethnicty in itself. I am a minority. And I love it. I love it when people ask me what I am and I tell them to guess and getting all kinds of guesses. Makes me think "Wow, do my features really perplex people that much?" I love it. I love how I can say I'm Mexican, and people will belive me. I love how I can say I'm Hawaiian, and people will believe me. lol. I have fun with it.
I'm grateful that my mom still takes pride in her Filipino culture. I know many Filipinos who come here to the USA and just want nothing to do with it. They become so Americanized, and it makes me sad. This in turn affects their children who have no identity with the blood that runs through their body. I know many full Filipinos, some being my friends, and I'm more Filipino than they are!
I love how my friends make racial jokes when I'm around because it makes me see who they identify me with. Not that racial jokes are a good thing, but I think it shows some sort of solidarity between my friends and I. For instance, when I'm with my Filipino friends, I'm the "white girl." When I'm with my "white friends" (which are like 3 or 4, lol), I'm the "asian." When I'm with a mixed group of my Mexican, Asian, etc. friends, I'm both, depending the situation, lol.
Anyways, I have a lot of mestiza pride. And I love it. And I love it when I hear people say "Oh, half Filipino? That's an interesting mix..." and things like that. Because to me, I feel like it's not THAT interesting. But it reminds me that yes, yes it is.
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