Losing My Identity Analysis

When a baby is born, her identity as a human being begins as she is named by her parents. As she grows up, more information adds up to her identity such as: where she is from, who her family is, all the schools she has attended, what religious organizations she belongs to, so on and so forth. In my case, moving to a new country as a tween altered the identity I had up until that point and it was then that I began to struggle with the question: who am I? Even though embracing new things and learning how to adapt to a new environment deepens one's interactive skills, it is hard to balance both identities without risk of losing the past identity completely. Malaysia is a beautiful multicultural country which is rich tasty cuisine and a modest
I was always told to never lose my Asian mentality and every time I did or tried to do something remotely “American”, I was scolded because I was “losing my Asian ways”. I began to battle between two identities: The Asian Identity who always had to do well in school and made the family proud and was always studying and rarely going out, getting a job and supporting the family or the American identity where I had the freedom to choose, freedom to speak and what I wanted in life mattered. I was puzzled as to which side to follow and it took years to finally realize that I cannot always get what I want and that the old and the new identity would constantly keep
My constant battle of which identity to choose prevented me from enjoy life. I was always the shy weird looking kid who has a mullet and was called “Michael Jackson”. I acknowledge that I did do a lot of stupid things like miss school just to watch television at home or trying to act like someone else because I was ashamed of who I was. Fast forward three years, I was focused on trying to fit in with the new society but failed to realize I was losing a little bit of my mother tongue every day. Granted, puberty hit and my hair grew longer and the old insecurities died down, I started getting passionate about school but I was still unhappy coming into my new identity. It was little things like not being able to tolerate the spice level I was once was so used to or only calling family members when both sides were available that would tear me up on the inside. I used to be angry at myself for wanting to fit in so badly that I did not realize that I was letting go. I soon came to the realization that life is about give and take and it will not always go the way I want it to. One grateful lesson I learned is that life does not always go the way you want to. Although it is sad to accept that things will not always go your way, it is good to know that how you react to what life gives you is how you determine your own future. I decided to embrace that I had to lose some of myself in order to gain some new