My brother and I were happy enough with our lives. We would spent portions of each day putting underwear on our heads; running through the house we would yell: "Look at me, look at me! I'm Aunt Jemimah!" Oh, it was the 90's and we were Aunt Jemimah. We didn't care what our obviously Caucasian parents told us - we were portly black women who made pancakes.
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My brother and I were happy enough with our lives. We would spent portions of each day putting underwear on our heads; running through the house we would yell: "Look at me, look at me! I'm Aunt Jemimah!" Oh, it was the 90's and we were Aunt Jemimah. We didn't care what our obviously Caucasian parents told us - we were portly black women who made pancakes.
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