What does it mean to be Filipino?

Filipinos are said to suffer from identity crisis, but what's wrong with that?

One of the first things taught in school are the origin stories. It's normally how children are introduced
into history. It's logical after all to begin learning about a chronology, chronologically.

These are the stories of how the ancients saw the world, how they understood it, and how they saw
themselves within it. One of the more memorable origin stories is the story of mighty Bathala "baking"
to make the perfect human.

For those who don't know or forgot the story, Bathala made the first humans out of clay and baked them
in a kiln. The one that was underbaked came out very white in color which explains why there are people
with white skin color. The one that was left inside too long was burned, which explains why there are
people with black skin. Finally, Bathala bakes the human that's just right, which is why there are people
with kayumanggi (brown) skin.

The fact that brown skin was "just right" struck a chord with me. I was far from the image of the Pinoy.
My skin was fairly white, not brown. My eyes were so chinky they'd disappear when I smiled.

Finding my identity

I grew up having trouble identifying myself as a Filipino. As much as I tried, my appearance made most
people see me as Chinese and not Filipino. And I'm not alone in this.

Kathleen Yu, a UP Diliman student, experienced this kind of judgment on a plane ride home as two
Overseas Filipino Workers (OFWs) she sat next to said she cannot be Filipino because of her complexion.
She laments how Filipinos are more accustomed to identifying each other through differences rather
than similarities. (READ: My Tsinoy dilemma)

These differences become so rigid that we're constantly defined by them. This is what one Pinoy in
Malaysia had to deal with. Paolo Mangahas narrated how he had to choose between 4 racial categories:
Malay, Chinese, Indian and Others. (READ: Races are like mixed rice)

Apparently, appearance is the biggest factor for most people when it comes to identity. This is not
surprising because appearance is what most people have access to. It's not like one can readily see what
heritage a person identifies himself/herself with.

Is being kayumanggi the only thing that makes a Filipino? Erin Sinogba, a writer, puts the Filipino identity
in question. She says there is a dominant construction of what it means to be Filipino. The problem,
however, is that it does not accommodate the "cultural panorama" of Filipino experiences. Each person
who identifies himself/herself as Filipino contributes his/her diverse background and experience to what
it means to be Filipino. (READ: Pinoy diversity in a hyper-connected world)

Even Filipinos who leave the country and grow up in other nations still identify themselves as Filipino in
one way or another. Reina Reyes looks at Jose Rizal and how he traveled Europe, adopting things from
various cultures in hopes of bringing them back to the Philippines. She says the chance to experience
other cultures helps us realize that things don't have to be the way they've always been. (READ: Coming
home)

'It's a choice'

Is the Filipino really just the kayumanggi person who goes to Catholic mass every Sunday and eats
adobo? What does it mean to be Filipino when most of Philippine history is a construct of colonialism?

Not everyone might agree but I'm off the sentiment that being Filipino is a choice.

As humans, we have the liberty to choose how we define ourselves. We might not completely be free
from the ties that bind – heritage, appearance, upbringing, etc, - but that does not mean we cannot
build our identities around them.

The Persian poet Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī is believed to have said "If light is in your heart, you will
find your way home." I believe this light to be a certain openness, where one simply chooses to live
without confining oneself or others to pre-conceived categories.

Be it about being Filipino or anything else, we are free to find our place, our home. One author says at
home that we can find solace and joy in a world of suffering and difficulties. (READ: 'Mundo ang tahanan
ko')

I might not be able to blend in perfectly in most communities in the Philippines but I still choose to see
myself as Filipino. I might speak English with an accent, look Chinese, and prefer ramen over adobo but
that doesn't mean I live an existence separate from other Filipinos.

The experience of frustration while taking the MRT, of anger when I find out hard-earned taxes are
landing in the pockets of the corrupt, of sadness in seeing the devastation of every calamity, and of joy in
seeing our countrymen unite to come to the aid of those afflicted with disaster – all of these are my
experiences as well.

These are the issues that face my country and I also want to take a part in them