I'm very attached to my roots, but I feel Italian more than anything else.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love being Italian.
I like the world, but I feel very, very Italian. I love the small parts of my country: Tuscany, Capri in the winter. I don't like big towns.
I am a proud Italian American, raised by an Italian mother and Italian grandparents.
My parents are Polish. I don't know anything about Italian-ness.
The secret is that I am Italian.
I was born and raised in New York, but my family on both sides is of Italian descent.
The Italian culture and values have significantly shaped who I am, and I would never intentionally demean or degrade the very culture that has been so integral to my life.
Wherever I go, I am Italian. The way I talk, the way I eat, the way femininity is important to me. The way I love Italian food.
I've always felt like a foreigner wherever I've lived. I don't feel much towards my Italian or Scottish roots, although I do cook the pasta at home.
I like my country, but I don't think like an Italian. It's a complex, complicated difficult country to make things happen in.