No, thank YOU for being so understanding. Not to be all "woe is me", but it hasn't been easy at all. It is very difficult to feel comfortable in one's own skin when the world isn't very accepting, know what I mean?
I grew up being told that I had "n*gger" hair, that my skin was too white, being bullied by people of different races, having people question who my parents were and why I looked this way, being abused...and it was tough.
And it wasn't like I grew up in some backwoods little town in the middle of nowhere. I grew up in a huge city with people of ALL races and cultures. So it's crazy to me that people would care so much about that stuff where I live. I was exposed to a lot of diversity from an early age. I ate Indian food, Ethiopian cuisine, I had family that lived all over the world, my mom once lived with a dude from Ghana and we would attend parties where all races/colors were welcome...I guess I took it all for granted and hoped that people would just accept me for who I was, warts and all.
When I realized that people did indeed see color and they would treat me according to whatever their prejudices were, it hurt.