Leesa
Hello. I am very pleased to be sharing my story with others. I am thirty years old. I was given up for adoption at birth. I was adopted by a white family who did not celebrate my uniqueness. See, my biological mother was white and my biological father was black. They were not married; just lovers in college. I have been encouraged by my adopted family to deny my being half black. I have always felt ashamed about it. I married a wonderful man who accepts me for who I am. (He is white). I think he has accepted me more than I have accepted myself. Why am I having these issues after all of this time? Who am I? Though I am half black, I've always passed for being white. At least I think I have. I have olive skin, black curly hair and green eyes. I want to accept myself. Hopefully, I will someday.