I am a 20 year old College student who is Afakasi (Half Samoan/Half White) and for a long time struggled with my ethnicity. I checked Pacific Islander on all things that asked my race and when people asked what I was, I answered Samoan. My nose, my tan skin, my long thick hair all pointed to my Polynesian roots. Lastly, my Last name, which I'm proud of, screamed Samoan. But, something never quite clicked because I felt rejected by both sides of my family. On my mother's side, my siblings and I were the tan kids with our blonde cousins and our FOB father. My father's side, we were always introduced as "This is my brother's kids, yeah, Afakasi--mother is palagi" and for the first 12 years of my life I thought it was a negative thing. I dreaded going to any family function on either side, even though my Samoan family always excepted us and we felt more comfortable with them. But, I was always proud of my Samoan roots, and realized I was ashamed of being Afakasi. Ashamed of not being pure bread. However, as I get older, I find myself proud of my heritage. To my white counterparts, I say I'm Samoan. To my Polynesian counterparts, I'm Afakasi. And I'm content with myself. We're not a traditional Samoan family nor are we a Traditional Cacausian family. My father didn't rule us with an iron fist, he spoiled us--he was loving, giving, told us stories like Sina and the Eel and of growing up in American Samoa. My mother learned to cook Corned Beef/Sapa Suey and how to cook Taro. So, even though at times I feel like I'm not "Samoan" enough for my Samoan family and friends, I realize that I'll never escape my blood and nothing will ever make me feel inadequate within my Culture. I'm Samoan..and I'm really proud of that!