Oreo was the name I wore for most of my adolescence, a black girl who acted “too white”. I was stuck in racial limbo. I grew up without an understanding of how to be me. Trying distance myself from the Oreo stereotype was more important to me than being Chloe. Arriving in a state where I could accept my identity instead of denying it took a lot of self-discovery, most of which came from my Nana visiting me from St.Maarten in 11th grade. It was the first time I had seen her in 6 years, and the first time she was seeing me as a young adult. When we embraced at Dulles Airport the warmth and scent of her hug carried me home. She shared stories with me that night, and in her thick French Guadeloupian accent told me about her childhood. She mentioned how she was teased for being fairer skinned than her family and friends. Similarly, she donned the name “Café au lait”, which is French for coffee with milk, again a sweet beverage used in a harmful manner. My Nana wore the darkest makeup to seem similar complexion to everyone else; although, a more literal façade we had gone through similar
Oreo was the name I wore for most of my adolescence, a black girl who acted “too white”. I was stuck in racial limbo. I grew up without an understanding of how to be me. Trying distance myself from the Oreo stereotype was more important to me than being Chloe. Arriving in a state where I could accept my identity instead of denying it took a lot of self-discovery, most of which came from my Nana visiting me from St.Maarten in 11th grade. It was the first time I had seen her in 6 years, and the first time she was seeing me as a young adult. When we embraced at Dulles Airport the warmth and scent of her hug carried me home. She shared stories with me that night, and in her thick French Guadeloupian accent told me about her childhood. She mentioned how she was teased for being fairer skinned than her family and friends. Similarly, she donned the name “Café au lait”, which is French for coffee with milk, again a sweet beverage used in a harmful manner. My Nana wore the darkest makeup to seem similar complexion to everyone else; although, a more literal façade we had gone through similar