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When I walked the neighborhood streets, the kids would always challenged me to a fight and I was constantly bullied in my life just because the American culture has this fascination with Bruce Lee and assumed that all Chinese knew kung fu. When I was helping my parents in their restaurants, we were always being accused of using cats and dogs in our food. Even though I was born here, spoke perfect English and knew about He-man and cabbage patch kids, I was always treated like an outsider. As always being hated and discriminated against, like most kids my age, I wanted to fit in no matter what. I tried to separate myself from my culture, family and my Asian looks and tried to become more American in culture, thinking and appearance. To assimilate, or to be accepted into American culture meant a lot to me back then because it meant that I finally belonged and that America would love me. This turns out to be totally the opposite.
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