So freaking integrated

I'm integrated into the danish society. I speak the language way better than my own, I know all the songs, poetry, movies, books, you name it. I studied history and I know all what you need to know to be a fully-fledged member of the society. I'm proud of who I am and people accept and respect me for the effort I made to integrate myself.
But I'm aware of who I am and I know that I will never be completely danish. People will always ask me, where I'm from.... Throughout the years I learned to deal with it and it doesn't bother me as it used to. When I was at the very beginning of my teenage years I thought that getting integrated was about changing who I was, giving up on the russian part of me and trying to be someone I'm not. The first thing I gave up on, was my hair color. I dyed my hair blonde and I kept it that way for almost 3 years.
I was ashamed of who I was, so the only option I could think of 11-12 years ago, was to hide my identity. God I was a confused teen! My teachers told me that I should be proud of who I was, but I felt all wrong. I was a foreigner and all the kids were different. They had blond hair and blue eyes and didn't seem to have any of my identity problems.
I felt lost and that's why I was trying so hard to change who I was. I just wanted to be like them. The other kids. But even after I turned blond, I still had issues. I didn't get accepted. Some days school was hell.
So I searched outside school, found other troubled kids, outsiders just like me. I started to hang out with the bad kids, who broke the rules, thugs, criminals. We had fun even though I never took part in any of the things they did. Though they cared about me, and I liked them much more than the kids from my school.
Some years later, I moved and went to highschool. It was a much bigger city, with a lot of immigrants, foreigners and their kids. I started meeting new people and I saw how proud these people were of their background. They loved their language, their own culture and little by little I started to realize that I was so wrong. It took me years to work on a balance between the danish and russian culture, getting a healthy relationship with both of them, without giving up on who I was.
I'm still integrated, but now I'm happy with my natural hair color.