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It's easy to talk about which make-up I prefer, my favourite scene I've filmed, the rigmarole of 'a day in the life' and how much green juice I consume before a requisite Pilates class.And while I have dipped my toes into this on thetig.com, sharing small vignettes of my experiences as a biracial woman, today I am choosing to be braver, to go a bit deeper, and to share a much larger picture of that with you.'Dream girl' in Hollywood terms had always been that quintessential blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty – that was the face that launched a thousand ships, not the mixed one.But the show's producers weren't looking for someone mixed, nor someone white or black for that matter. In making a choice like that, the Suits producers helped shift the way pop culture defines beauty.You could only choose one, but that would be to choose one parent over the other – and one half of myself over the other. When I went home that night, I told my dad what had happened.He said the words that have always stayed with me: 'If that happens again, you draw your own box.'I never saw my father angry, but in that moment I could see the blotchiness of his skin crawling from pink to red.I was too young at the time to know what it was like for my parents, but I can tell you what it was like for me – how they crafted the world around me to make me feel like I wasn't different but special.

Fast-forward to the seventh grade and my parents couldn't protect me as much as they could when I was younger.

It was called The Heart Family and included a mom doll, a dad doll, and two children.

This perfect nuclear family was only sold in sets of white dolls or black dolls.

We drove home in deafening silence, her chocolate knuckles pale from gripping the wheel so tightly.

It's either ironic or apropos that in this world of not fitting in, and of harbouring my emotions so tightly under my ethnically nondescript (and not so thick) skin, that I would decide to become an actress.

Fast-forward to the seventh grade and my parents couldn't protect me as much as they could when I was younger.It was called The Heart Family and included a mom doll, a dad doll, and two children.This perfect nuclear family was only sold in sets of white dolls or black dolls.We drove home in deafening silence, her chocolate knuckles pale from gripping the wheel so tightly.It's either ironic or apropos that in this world of not fitting in, and of harbouring my emotions so tightly under my ethnically nondescript (and not so thick) skin, that I would decide to become an actress.But perhaps it is through this craft that I found my voice.