I was adopted and taken to the United States at eight months old. Ethnically, I am Korean, but my upbringing was mostly Caucasian. When I was younger and even still to this day, I’ve always felt disconnected from my exterior. It feels as if I’m walking around wearing a mask that doesn’t belong to me… Looking in the mirror is like looking at a distant stranger sometimes. The world we live in doesn’t judge based on our interior though, and I learned that very quickly when I stepped out of the protective bubble my parents had put around me. Growing up and finding my own way has forced me to confront my conflicting feelings of being Asian.