Growing up in a new society with diverse customs and traditions, my parents struggled with their identity as both Indian and American. When I was being raised in America, I paid little attention to my roots; instead, I enjoyed the laid back life of an American kid.

At a young age, I wasn't as prideful for my heritage; I would duck behind my parents' legs as people gawked at my ethnic clothing, or turn away in embarrassment at people snickering at me attending Indian festivals. This narrow mindset followed me throughout the years; I would groan at the countless rituals my family had to do, and would complain about the itchy and stiff dresses I wore to Indian parties. Despite this, I grew up with my family at my local temple, and it was by the community at the temple that revitalized my love for my culture.

When I became a freshman in high school, I became exposed to a variety of people in such a short period of time. I would joke around in math class with football players, and two periods later, I would be in science class, partnered up with the Valedictorian of my school. This exposure to a vast amount of people helped my break out of my shell, and it was by second semester that I took the biggest leap of faith yet.

My friends were participating in International Night, an annual event hosted by BETA at my school. Booths are set up, and people come in to walk around and watch the performance that take place throughout the night. My friends were prepared to dance, and taking that leap of faith, I decided to join them. Countless practices and rehearsals later, our group grew close, and we were to perform.

Walking out on the stage that night, I remember embarrassing childhood memories resurfacing from the back of my mind. I glanced up at the crowd, but instead of fear rolling in my stomach, I felt excitement bubbling in my chest. As I took my position on stage, I couldn't help but grin, finally realizing what this feeling was after so long- pride. Pride for my country, pride for my ethnicity, and pride for my culture. This one night had drastically strengthened my love for my background, and it has resonated in me every year I danced.

Two years later, I will be performing again for my school at International Night. Standing on that stage again, my pride for my culture will only grow stronger with each performance.