Light hair, light eyes, light skin. That's me. My grandmother was born and raised in Germany, a poster child for the aryan race, and apparantly has very strong genes. Every child in our family looks exactly like her.
When others describe me, they would call me "white" or "caucasian."
I identify as Canadian. I have quite a few American friends, and they all tease me and refer to me as "that silly Canadian." I don't mind this. I am proud of my heritage. I like who I am.
When others describe me, they would call me "white" or "caucasian."
I identify as Canadian. I have quite a few American friends, and they all tease me and refer to me as "that silly Canadian." I don't mind this. I am proud of my heritage. I like who I am.
