How did Asian Americans become the face of the US?

As an Asian American, I was always taught that I was a bit different, but I never knew why.

I had never been called Asian American or Asian American culture.

I was taught that Asian Americans were all a bunch of people who wanted to be seen as Asian, that Asians were white.

I never felt that Asian people had any special history or identities.

But when I started attending college, it dawned on me that I had been raised in a country that taught me nothing about Asian Americans.

The history of my people is not a history, but a history of whiteness.

I grew up in a world where whiteness is an accepted and accepted way to be, and I had to struggle to make sense of my own identity and history.

And that was a big challenge.

I came to realize that Asian American people don’t have to be ashamed to be who they are.

We aren’t “just” people.

When I moved to New York City, I realized that Asians weren’t the only ones who were struggling with whiteness and Asian Americanness.

As a person of color, I also had to confront the idea that I, too, am Asian.

I am not an “Asian American” that is only Asian.

As I started to see myself reflected in Asian American art and culture, I started seeing myself reflected as Asian American too.

And I started learning how Asian American artists, writers, directors, and musicians can be Asian American.

I began to see that Asian America is a collective.

I started discovering that Asian and Asian Americans can be the same person.

I became a fan of Asian American writers and filmmakers and artists, but most importantly, I began seeing myself in the characters that they created.

In the end, it was the friendship that I forged with my friends, family, and fans that made me realize I am Asian American and that I am a part of Asian culture.

So I want to make it clear that I’m not a racist.

I love my friends.

I have the best friends I’ve ever had.

I can’t imagine living without them.

I will always love my family.

I won’t be able to say that I have an Asian heritage because I have always felt that my Asianness was an internal, unique quality that I didn’t share with others.

But when I was growing up in the US, my parents raised me with a lot of expectations that were unrealistic.

And in the end it was my relationship with my family and friends that helped me realize that I wasn’t really Asian.

My parents raised us to believe that Asian was an identity that came from one person, so when I realized the truth, it opened up a whole new world for me.

I came to understand that Asianness is not just an identity.

It’s a life story that can be told.