Personal Narrative: My Stereotypes Of Hispanic Americans

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I am of Hispanic descent, but since I live in the United States, I have lost touch with my Hispanic roots. I don’t know Spanish and I hate spicy food. I might look Hispanic, but I don’t associate with the many stereotypes that come with associating myself as a Hispanic. I remember the first time visited my family in Mexico. I have heard many ugly stereotypes about Hispanics and I was not very excited to go. But since I was just a little kid, I had no other choice but to face my fears. Ever since that trip I have broadened my horizons and became less ignorant towards my family’s culture. The most popular stereotype I was familiar with is Hispanic people love spicy food. I was never a big fan of spicy food. I can’t even eat hot Cheetos without …show more content…

I don’t know any Spanish. I can’t even roll my R’s or even fake an accent. Spanish class has always been a nightmare for me because people stereotype me and expect me to already know Spanish. Also at work many Hispanics come up to me and start talking in Spanish and I can see the disappointment in their eyes when I tell them I don’t know how to speak Spanish. I hate how people judge me for not knowing Spanish because it makes me feel like a disappointment to my family. But the truth is that I live in the United States and I don’t have much use for Spanish. It would be nice to know Spanish to communicate with my family, but I only see them a couple of days out of the year so, I don’t see the urgency for the language. I also hate it when people think I love spicy food. Even if my life depended on eating spicy food, I would rather die. My boyfriend is Italian and the first time I went to their house for dinner they made a bunch of spicy Mexican food for dinner. I didn’t want to be rude, so I just faked a smile and pretended to enjoy the meal even though I was dying on the inside. My first impression of them was that they are shallow, but then I realized I wasn’t any better till I took my trip to Mexico. Over time and getting to know me they no longer follow the typical stereotype and try to feed me with spicy

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