I remember the day when I came out as Hispanic. Changed my life, for the better. After years of questioning I finally understand 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 catalogs under my bed. Once they caught me sneaking out to Taco Bell they knew.