I remember the day when I came out as Hispanic.

Changed my life,  for the good.After years of questioning I finally understood who I am, Hispanic. It was a hard decision, not knowing what would become of me, but I decided Hispanic is what I was. Mom… Dad… I have to tell you something…. I’m Hispanic. I didn’t get to come out on my own. My parents found the sombrero catalog under my bed. Once they caught me sneaking out to Taco Bell they knew..