My plant is definitely growing well, as you can see. Part of growing up is having some distinctive personality traits. What are they?
Part of my identity journey is getting to know myself inside and out, which has always been kind of an issue for me. I’m not quick to tell you what my main personality traits as a person are, and even when I’m on my own, I have difficulties describing myself. But, I do know my negative traits very well. I know very well that I can be messy, nervous, insecure, and distracted, for example. Being sure on your negative traits while being tongue-tied when asked to name your positive traits obviously leads to being insecure.
Do you ever feel like your personality changes depending on who you’re with? With some people I am quiet and reserved, and with others I am outgoing and laid back. I know that this depends on how comfortable I feel with the person and how long I’ve known them, but this seriously confuses me sometimes when I try to understand my main personality traits.
A method I’ve learned from a professional that helps battle this problem seems so simple you’d wonder why you haven’t thought of this before. I mean, maybe you have, but personally I didn’t. You take a list of traits, both positive and negative, and you go over them one by one, circling the traits you think you have. It’s as simple as that. Honestly, this method definitely helps me have a clearer picture of who I am. Here’s some examples of lists you can also use:
With the help of this list, I was able to list some of my positive traits, which I feel confident about. I am able to say that I am considerate and honest as positive traits, for example. As for personality that changes with people, I’m sure that’s normal. We cannot treat everyone in the same way, because everyone is different. It’s part of being dynamic and adaptable, and also shows that you need time to feel comfortable, which is also a personality trait. Needless to say, of course I don’t completely know myself now just because I looked at some lists. I obviously still have experiences to go through and other aspects of myself to find out, but the lists are a good start.
If you have the same issue as me, I’d recommend you take some time to look at these lists and analyse yourself. It definitely helps with getting to know yourself better and feeling more confident in who you are.
Here’s the progress the sunflowers have made in photos 🙂
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Now that my sunflowers have been repotted, they have a lot of extra space to grow. I’m sure it will grow much quicker now!
Many articles talk about not only the physical but also the mental benefits of exercising. As someone struggling with anxiety, I decided to see if getting back into exercise would help my mental health.
It has been 10 months since I deliberately exercised, excluding hikes and bikes rides to get to places. I have been feeling bad about this for some time, even though I was never an athlete or the type do exercise daily. I just couldn’t find the motivation to do it. I never let myself go without exercise for so long, though. So, I decided to change that.
For the last week, I have been trying hard to move my body again. Now, I haven’t exercised long enough yet to give you an accurate result of the effect of exercise on anxiety, but I can tell you about my experience after a few times of exercising. I started with a simple 15-minute at-home cardio exercise video, which killed me and seemed to last forever, but I was proud of myself for doing it. I did have to endure the muscle pain for days afterwards though, because I forgot to stretch.
A few days later, I ventured into the gym. It’s an intimidating place for me, as I’ve been to the gym maybe 4 times in my entire lifetime. The complicated equipment seem to challenge me to try to use them, see if I don’t look like an idiot when I use it the wrong way or struggle with the functioning! But I was able to use my boyfriend’s fitness card, and wanted to use the treadmill. Stepping onto it, I thought about how when I used to go jogging, I was able to do 6 km without stopping, which was a personal achievement for me. Would I even be able to do 3 km, having been out of practice for such a long time? Huffing and puffing, I pushed myself and managed 4 km, which I am happy with! Afterwards, I wandered around the rest of the fitness, eyeing the equipment and sometimes daring to go sit on one and tentatively try it out. I didn’t forget to stretch this time, but I’m sure I will have a lot of muscle pain tomorrow.
What I can say is that exercise definitely has a positive impact on my body. When you’re sweating so much and exerting yourself, you cannot start overthinking. You cannot think about all the things you still have to do and overanalyse every situation. You’re just focussed on trying not to die. Kidding.
All jokes aside, I realised it did help me feel better mentally. Maybe sitting idle for 10 months did cause extra anxiety after all. I will definitely continue exercising and try out different types of sports, and I’m positive it will help my anxiety. And with a new hobby, I’m sure my sense of identity will become stronger.
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Little leaves have started growing on my sunflower plant!! Opening the leaves to the cruel world is not that easy, so I am proud of it! To follow in my sunflower’s footsteps, I will open up about my anxiety disorder.
Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional.
Anxiety is something I have experienced for years, and it feels like it’s getting slowly but progressively worse. I honestly feel like that anxiety even has an influence on my sense of identity, as on the one hand, I feel like having anxiety has become part of my identity, on the other hand, I feel like anxiety has taken away part of my identity.
Let me give a short explanation as to what an anxiety disorder is:
There’s a difference between experiencing anxiety, which is something everyone experiences in stressful situations, and having an anxiety disorder. Some symptoms of an anxiety disorder are feeling on-edge, having difficulty concentrating, having sleep problems, being easily tired, and feeling that you cannot control your worry. It has an impact on your daily life and also possibly on your relationships, but anxiety is often not easy to see on people. It can even go as far as to affect you physically, giving you headaches, nausea or an increased heart-rate. Luckily, apart from an increased heart-rate, my anxiety is mostly mental.
How it feels like: a constant worry sitting on my heart and in the back of my mind. I feel like it’s hard to completely relax, even when I’ve earned it. I’m always thinking of things I might have forgotten, things I still have to do, and worst-case scenarios and how to fix it/react. Even after reassurance and knowing that my worrying is unnecessary, it somehow still has a hold on me. To give a small example of my anxiety, I always worry about car doors/normal doors being locked. A week or two ago, I met up with a friend who brought along a friend of hers. I put my belongings in this person’s car, I closed the door and I saw that she locked it. Even though I saw it with my own eyes and was sure that the car is locked, I started worrying that I didn’t close the car door properly and that my laptop would be stolen. Since it’s the first time I’m meeting this person, I didn’t want to come off as strange so I didn’t express my worries. But I wasn’t able to concentrate on the conversation, I couldn’t stop worrying about my laptop. After struggling with myself, I decided to just ask for reassurance from my friends, the worry of my laptop being stronger than the worry that this new person would find me strange. Luckily, she was very nice about it and didn’t judge me, and both of them reassured me that they saw me closing the door and that the car was locked. Moments like this make me feel quite stupid!
Other times, I feel like I am unable to do things due to my anxiety. It’s kind of a vicious cycle where I’m worried about something I have to do, but I am unable to act upon it. And the procrastination of the activity just gives me more anxiety. There are even times when I don’t have a reason for being anxious, but I am just am. Don’t get me wrong, I am perfectly capable of doing relaxing activities, but I just am not completely relaxed when doing it.
I’ve started correlating feeling anxious and being worrisome as a part of my character, when it is a disorder and not a trait. At least, I don’t want it to be a trait! I really want to find myself more outside of my anxiety disorder, and see how I would be without it, and gain more control of my life. So, next time, when I meet up with friends, I can enjoy myself fully without worrying about a car door I know is locked.
When one searches up what one can do to help anxiety, these are the most common answers: exercise, healthy food, good sleep, practiced breathing techniques, talking to a professional, etc. Reading this, I realised that my anxiety got worse this year because I wasn’t exercising like I used to, however sporadically that was, and eating a lot less healthy.
I will try my best to implement more exercise into my life, eat healthier, and sleep more. I know I’ll never become a fitness junkie or someone who lives on veggies and chicken, so I’ll keep the goals realistic. In other words, chocolate and other heavenly goodies are going to stay 😉 but I will lessen them and try more fruits and veggies instead, do more exercise, and definitely drink more water! In my next blog post, I will talk about the journey to a healthier lifestyle and whether or not I’ll see a difference.
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Looking like dinosaurs, the baby sunflowers have started emerging from the soil. Which means, I have more work about my identity to establish, more particularly, my mixed identity.
Do you ever feel guilty as a halfie/person of mixed race when someone asks a question about one of your countries and you can’t really answer?
Let me give you some examples.
- Going to a Chinese restaurant in Belgium, I’d feel self-conscious when it came to ordering. The waiter or waitress would walk up and a lot of the times, ask in Dutch if I and whoever I was with were ready to order. The friend I’m with, Chinese or not, would look at me expectantly to reply in Mandarin, which is something of an internal struggle for me. Should I just reply in Dutch and skip the hassle? Or should I reply in Mandarin, have a short conversation with the waiter about where I’m from, and then order what I wanted with fake confidence, while I’m secretly hoping that I don’t pronounce the words wrong when I’m reading off the menu? And when the waiter leaves with my order, to feel slightly embarrassed because why am I pretending to be authentically Chinese when I’m not?
- I’d go to parties in Belgium, sing and dance my heart out to all the party songs I know, and even to the Dutch hip hop songs I’ve gotten acquainted with during my teenage years. But suddenly, “Vriendschapsband”, a Belgian song by Xink is playing and everyone at the party is going wild with nostalgia, hands to their chests and eyes closed, swaying with passion and remembering the moments in which they’ve heard this song as little kids. Even though I know the lyrics long by now, I’d just sway awkwardly to the music and hope the next song will come soon. I didn’t grow up listening to this song, unlike all the other Belgians in this room. The first time I heard it was 8 years ago, and back then everyone was as nostalgic as 16-year-old teenagers as they are now as people in their mid-twenties. And I still feel just as detached.
Growing up mixed means that you never are 100% integrated in the customs or cultures. At least, this was how it was for me. People from both my countries would ask, “What’s your favorite Chinese song?” “What Belgian kid’s shows did you watch growing up?” I’d shake my head and smile awkwardly, feeling like a failure at being both Belgian and Chinese, and tell them I didn’t actually watch Belgian kid’s shows, and that I listened to music in English my entire life. “I’m a fake Chinese/Belgian” I’d say, jokingly, to whoever asked me a genuine question about China or Belgium I was unable to answer. Inside however, I’d experience a small identity crisis for my lack of knowledge.
Even though I want to be accepted by the Belgian/Chinese population, I feel like I don’t have enough knowledge and experiences to represent either one of my countries. “Please take my answer with a grain of salt”, I’d say apologetically when answering a culture-related question, “my answer to this question might be completely different than that of someone who is fully and authentically Belgian/Chinese.”
Recently, my perspective changed when I had a conversation with a friend who is also mixed race. We were sharing our similar experiences when she told me that she, like me, doesn’t feel like she can represent either one of her countries. “And why should I?”, she said, “I am not responsible for representing a country of which I am only half of, I don’t have to choose one of my two cultures. I am me and that’s it. It’s as simple as that!”
Since then, I’ve thought a lot about that conversation. True, why do I feel like a failure just because I don’t know everything about my 2 countries? That’s twice as many countries that most people know! Twice as much knowledge, twice as many cultures, twice as many languages. Isn’t it normal that I don’t know everything about China, normal that I didn’t grow up with every Belgian song, normal that I struggle with reading books in Mandarin? Why do I have to feel guilty about it, explain myself to everyone, feel like a phony?
Even though a lot of research states how national identity is important for many people, not everyone has that. A lack of national identity often leads to or is the beginning of an identity crisis, at least, that’s the consensus I see in the mixed race/halfie community. What I need to realise more, is that there are other things in which people find their identity in, such as hobbies, passions, likes and dislikes, personality… I’m planning to find a stronger sense of identity in these things.
Until then, I am me.
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Now that I have planted the seeds of the sunflower, it’s time to start exploring the roots, which have just started growing.
So, what are my roots?
As you probably already know, I’m half-Belgian and half-Chinese, and I live in Belgium. “Halfie” is the unofficial official name for people like me, people who have a mother from one race and a father from another. “Wasian” would be a more specific name, referring to people who have a white parent and an Asian parent.
Most halfies I know struggle with fitting in either one of their countries. We’re not Chinese enough for China, and not Belgian enough for Belgium, for example. Contradictorily, we’re too Chinese for Belgium and too Belgian for China. Where I live in Belgium, it has happened countless times when Belgians meet me, they’d ask me immediately if I’m Chinese. I’d always nod my head dejectedly, knowing that the only reason they ‘guessed’ right is because of the ignorant assumption that all people with Asian features are Chinese. If I’m unlucky enough, they proceed to bring their fingers to their eyes and pull them in the offensive slanted way that I’m sure many of my fellow Asians have had to encounter. “You have eyes like this”, they’d say, proud of their oh-so-original discovery.
What does one even reply to something like that? Or to the loud “Ni haos” one gets from laughing men on sidewalks who think they’re terribly funny and charming?
In China, contradictorily, people tell me I am pretty and many times it’s followed up with “you have big eyes, where are you from?”. I’ve realized how often beauty is associated with race, at least in general settings. Western beauty standards simply dominate many parts of the world. In China, people tell me that I’m pretty because I have Western features, and in Belgium people think I’m less because I have Asian features. I think you can imagine how growing up in settings like this made me want to reject my Chinese side. In Belgium, I wanted to fit in, I hated the reminder that I look different, that people treated me differently. When people in Belgium tell me I look completely Chinese, I’d actually feel offended because, in my mind, I am only half and I’d rather hear that I looked Thai, or Iranian, or even Indian, rather than that I look 100% Chinese. And can you even blame me for feeling offended, when most of the time people mean their “Chinese” comments negatively, derogatorily? I’d tell them and myself, I don’t look Chinese, I have other features than Chinese people. I have lighter hair, different eyes, a higher nose bridge. I know I don’t look Belgian and I accepted that, but how could I look Chinese, when the Chinese don’t even think I look Chinese!
I’d secretly enjoy every comment when people told me I don’t look Chinese. I listened with satisfaction when I heard I looked Afghani, Spanish, Brazilian, even American. I was pushed back into reality when a few years ago on an exchange semester, I was discussing the differences between Europe and China with a friend from China. During the conversation, she told me in all earnestness: “I don’t think you look very mixed, you look quite Chinese. I’ve seen other mixed people who look way more Western than you.” I was shocked when I heard that, never have I had a Chinese person tell me that! That was a turning point for me. And she wasn’t complimenting or insulting me, just stating it as a fact of her perception. I realized I didn’t like hearing it, and I didn’t want to believe it, even though I tried my best not to show my feelings.
Why did I not want to be called Chinese? If I accept that I don’t look Belgian, but I dislike it when people say I look Chinese, what does that make me? What would I be?
Looking back, I realized that I was inherently pushing myself away from both my cultures, making myself an alien to my roots. I was being internally racist towards myself. After all, I am 50% Chinese. I have a beautiful mother who is Chinese. Obviously, certainly, definitely, I have Chinese features. Why did I try to deny them? I had convinced myself that the reason I didn’t like being called Chinese was because I have different features than most Chinese people, not because I actually believed that being Chinese was something to be ashamed of. I embraced my Chinese culture, but I didn’t embrace my Chinese features. I have darker skin, and I have my mother’s face structure. I have black eyes. All the small and big comments about race I received all my life have influenced me after all. Being complimented on my Western features in China and the discrimination I faced because of my Chinese features in Belgium made me instinctively believe that looking Chinese was a bad thing.
But how could it be a bad thing? How could I let corrupt beauty standards and ignorant comments influence the way I see myself?
Recognizing my own internal racism was a big step for me. It sits deep, and getting rid of it is not an easy task. It’s hard to shut out your surroundings concerning China and listen to yourself and your own community. Eventually, I’ve realized that my citizenship as a Belgian will never be accepted without a grain of doubt or an ignorant comment from other people because of my appearance. I need to not let outside influences sway me, and I can only grow and become proud of my Chinese features.
My nationality is Belgian, but I navigate the Western world as an Asian woman. One of my parents is Chinese, the other is Belgian. I am a mixture of both cultures. There are many other mixed people like me, maybe with the same experience. This is a fact and now I just need to get accustomed to accepting that this is who I am and this is how I look like. These are my roots.
(P.S: I would love to hear if anyone has the same experience, or the complete opposite. You can DM me on Instagram @mixedsunflowerseeds, and I would really appreciate it if you give it a follow 🙂 )
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Hi! I’m Mixed Sunflower Seeds, a Chinese-Belgian girl in her twenties who is awfully confused about her identity. Between almost finishing university and being a literal hot mess, I decided it’s high time to sort out some things before I venture into the real world.
Identity is something everyone struggles with at some point in their life, they say. There’s no doubt about that. But what if you struggle with basic things like introducing yourself? What if you feel like you don’t belong to any country? What if you feel like you don’t even have real hobbies?
My gosh, and what if your identity crisis started the day you were born, being a mix of two worldly different cultures? Top it off with an anxiety disorder that affects your day-to-day life.
Yeah, that’s basically the gist of it.
So please, join me on my journey to sort out my identity crisis. I will be doing so with the help of my favourite flower, the sunflower🌻. During this journey to find myself I will be planting sunflower seeds that will hopefully grow into a healthy and strong flower. It’s here to symbolise my growth and progress! Please follow my Instagram page where I document the entire process. It is also a safe space for conversation and interaction with anyone who relates or wants to contribute their opinion 🙂
Everyone welcome. Except the overly critical and the severely judgmental. Respectfully.
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