A label vaguely used by society to describe a woman with thick dark hair, tanned skin, full lips and curvy body. Even though I identified myself with the Latina label, now I have realized that I am more than just a label. I was born and raised in Peru, a country full of hardworking people who seek a better future. I grew up with “sancochado” for breakfast, and listening to salsa every Sunday morning. We would eat “tamales” and “humitas” every Sunday after church. Every time, a “bachata” or “reggaeton” comes on, I unconsciously move my hips. I come from a country where one’s skin color does not reveal one’s identity. The beauty of my culture is in its variety, a variety not only in our race, but also in our accents. Words such as Hispanic or Latino are limiting. We come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and dialects. There is no one word that fits us all. I am proud of my heritage, and respect my ancestors. I am standing on the shoulders of the people who came before me, and hopefully my shoulders will be there to hold the ones who follow