I Am Who I Say I Am
I Am Who I Say I Am
Half In, Half Out
June is pride month, and major cities are hosting their own pride parades. In my own little circle,friends are planning on going. Some of them invited me, but I turned them down. This is the second time I have not joined Pride. I want to go to Pride when I am fully out of the closet.
The Asian-American Identity Crisis
Asian students at my school are divided into 2 categories: Asians who were born or grew up in America and FOBs—defined as someone of Asian descent who has recently immigrated to a new country.
When Privilege Keeps Indonesian Women From Speaking Up
Since I started writing dissenting opinions in a popular public online media, I have garnered an audience of young women from the ages of 18 to late 20s. I find it surprising that they look up to me. I know I could be problematic in certain ways, but I didn’t like how women idolized me in such a way.
Nowhere To Call Home
I was adopted from South Korea and brought to to the US when I was a baby. I’ve grown up in a white American family in a predominantly white community. There aren’t any other Koreans, and hardly any Asians at all for that matter; so I’ve grown up extremely whitewashed, cut off from anything Korean, deprived of diversity.
Getting Cultured
I’ve never understood what people really meant when they said that they “didn’t see color.” My brown skin and long, wavy hair are part of what makes me, me. My reflection in the mirror is a reminder of where my family came from and of the ancestors who came before me.
Pushed Away and Reconnected
I was born in Sri Lanka but I was raised in Singapore. I only went back to Sri Lanka during school vacations, but they were my favourite part of each year as I would suddenly have over 25 other kids to play with, who spoke the same languages I do and looked the same way too. I learnt over time that they were my cousins.