Bonita Lee

This photo is a culmination of how I still feel when in the heart of one of the most famous historical places of China, Tiananmen Square. It is fitting how this is the place of rebellion in China, as I was always rebelling against my own culture while trying to fit in when growing up in the United States. My little face hiding in my mother’s arms in the photo is a clear representation of how shy I was and really out of place I felt in my family’s native country, which my family calls home. Growing up, all I wanted was to be like the others, not stand out, and to mimic others around me. Living in a three generation household who all spoke Cantonese, I hated coming home and being forced to speak our native language or bringing to school fried rice for lunch. It was because of this that I happily took on my English name. Only later did I realize that my name ironically came from my parents’ Latino coworker who suggested “Bonita” as my American name which started with the same letter as my Chinese name along with a “nice meaning,” a word that my Chinese parents thought was an English word. As I grow and mature, I love my name even more as it is a culmination of my Chinese upbringing and my closer connection to the culture here in the United States.

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