I was walking through Plazita Olvera when my train at L.A. union station was delayed by 2 hours. I passed an apron that said “I didn't ask to be born Mexican, I just got lucky.”
My friends joke about how I only roll 1’s and 20’s in my playthrough of this Role Playing Game we call life. I think being born into a Hispanic home was an example of me being lucky. Though I've dealt with my share of microaggressions (“You're pretty smart for a Hispanic!”), I was a product of living in Southern California as a white passing girl.