As a mixed race person, my identity has always been really hard to navigate. But one of the ways I realized that I am the most privileged when it comes to my identity has been the way that I have never felt othered. I’ve grown up in a community where many people identify the same way I do because I was born and raised on the border -- which is such a powerful and divisive symbol for so many people’s identities, cultures, and languages here in El Paso. The culture here is so ingrained in so many aspects of my life -- language, holidays, religion, family, food -- that I’m almost not even conscious of it anymore, or the ways that it is different from more dominant white culture. In fact, it wasn’t until my second or third year in college that I said to my best friend: “Dude, I’m Mexican. I’m Mexican.” And since then, it has been an ongoing struggle for me to define my place in my queer body, in my border home, and in reproductive justice work.