i hate talking about race and culture in relation to me, i was raised by my mom who was raised by like 5 different families so my traditions and childhood are similar to poc experience but im very much white but since i’m “racially ambiguous” i was mistreated but i’m still white

and no one wants this thread but lately i’ve been thinking on it cause i realized how i view race is fucked up and not in a “minorities are lesser” way but with the fact that i was (and sometimes still am) treated as a minority. which puts me in a weird place

like i have NO place to put in my opinion on what poc experience but the fact that in day to day life (when i was able to leave the house) gives me such harsh glimpses into the struggles and i’m in a place where i often feel like existing i’m doing something wrong