After her first visit to the Philippines, YR Media’s Nina Pernice reflects on her feelings of belonging as a mixed person.
Last year, I visited the Philippines for the first time. One day, while eating breakfast with my extended family, I told them I wanted to try balut, a Filipino delicacy made from fertilized duck eggs.
My lolo bought me some to taste. My family didn’t expect me to actually enjoy or even finish the balut, but when I did, my lola referred to me as a “real Filipino.”
Even though she probably didn’t mean anything by saying that, I couldn’t stop thinking about her comment.
During my trip, a part of me didn’t feel like I completely belonged there. As someone who is mixed — my dad is Italian and my mom is Filipino — this kind of happens wherever I go. When I was 8, I visited Italy for the first time. And I didn’t feel like I fit in there either.