I am Israeli – you can see it in my cheekbones, in my eyes, in my skin, in my hair, in my mouth. But I am tired of it – I am tired of being Israeli. I am tired of being stopped n the streets and having my ideals and opinions, having who I am being torn apart and ripped to sheds and told that who I am and where I come from is wrong. I am tired of being scared of meeting new people- because I know that there is a chance that the people I have not yet met hate me because of who I am and where I come from, and that those people will not give me the opportunity to show them who I am – I want to show them the girl beneath the Israeli and Hebrew and Jewish and liberal and democrat and atheist and pro-choice and pro-equality and no racism, to shove all that aside, and uncover me; musician, writer, stubborn and sometimes strong, sometimes weak me.
And some days it is all different. I wish for my cheekbones to be higher, my eyes to be darker, bigger, my skin to be tanner, my hair to be darker and curler, my mouth to be redder and bigger because I AM Israeli, and I want the world to see me- I want to be stopped in the streets and asked for my views and meet new people and show them that Israeli people are not bad at all- I want to be an ambassador for Israel and serve in the army and teach people and show them how to learn about my country and my family and my culture; Israel is a place where you walk through the market and get serenaded by the flower shop owner, where lifeguards yell lazily, where everyone swears in English and has no idea what their saying, where people grow up and live and love just like in any other country – this is my Israel.