I am what some people (including myself) would dub a ‘banana’. Yellow on the outside and white on the inside. That is, I look completely and utterly Asian, but my husband likes to laugh and call me the whitest person ever (he can talk)! I am sure some would use that term in a derogative fashion, but for me it’s always just been a source of humour. A way of coping with being ‘different’. My fellow adopted Korean friend and I even call each other B1 and B2 affectionately. That’s a Bananas in Pyjamas reference, in case you missed it. Basically, I am Asian but I grew up in what…
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{From the Vault} …But where are you FROM?
Ah yes. I wrote this in September 2013 and for reasons I cannot understand, it lay dormant in my drafts folder until now! I sure had my ranty pants on, but to be fair, the issue has been a persistent one throughout my life. It shits me still! I am asked this question ALL the time. My story is actually quite interesting when I’m able to sit back and be objective about it, but honestly? I am a bit blasé about it. I was adopted from South Korea when I was 5 months old. I’ve been Aussie ever since, but there’s this one thing that gives me away. My looks. My…
