"...in my childhood, I never experienced anything that made me question being Black and Latina. I grew up eating tortillas, and traditional Honduran/Garifuna dishes. My mother spoke to me more in Spanish than in English. My mother had my hair straightened as soon as I turned 9 years old. My household could not have been any less Latino, and I could not have been any less Black. When I entered high school, though, my perspective of myself completely changed."