January 16, 2012

• TAN

  growing up, i was semi-ridiculed for being who i am by fellow korean peers, for being dark like a mexican. but i also grew up in a neighborhood with not many asians to begin with, mostly hispanic and black, so my color did not matter because i was similar to them. they were my friends and they did not make fun of me for being dark. instead i thought all the korean people who made fun of me as ignorant. there was no point in getting upset about my skin color.. its not like i could change it haha

  i was talking to my pops last night over dinner and he told me why my skin is on the darker side. when he was a wee lad in korea, he was very pale and people looked down on him because of it, even though he knew he wouldnt take shit from nobody. my mom said he was a gangster (whattttttt?!?) lol. but it did get to him emotionally so he made a decision in his heart that when he had a son (me) he would give me a darker complexion than normal. 

  when i was born, my dad said i was too white and pale. so ever since i was a wee lad myself , my dad took me out every opportunity he had to let me frolic and play in the sun. listening to these stories, stories which i have no memories of, im so happy and thankful that my dad took care me of me and thought of me like that. but yea i would get darker in the summer and paler in the winter but eventually i stayed dark. i guess ever since then i was a mocha colored korean boy. i never questioned but its interesting to know how i got this way haha

  im learning so much about my dad which is awesome

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