I Am Who I Say I Am
I Am Who I Say I Am
Mirror Mirror
A life spent hating my body because of social constructs like the “ideal body type,” which can’t seem to make up their mind, is a life I don’t want to live. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and when I look in the mirror, I see beauty, but I also see more than just external, physical beauty. When I look in the mirror, I see a person who has the bravery to keep moving forward every day, the bravery to be unapologetically herself, the bravery to dare to love herself for what’s inside as well as on the outside of her body.
The Same Night Sky
Before I came to Canada, things like the colour of my skin hardly even crossed my realm of consciousness. However, moving to Canada put me on the receiving end of many racial attacks, like the train incident mentioned above. These experiences abruptly grabbed me out of my bubble as I quickly learned that my Filipino face marks me apart from others. I do not look like the conventional “Canadian.”
A Different Kind of Sad
Do not even try to shame the victims.He had a sex addiction? Seriously? This makes me feel a different kind of sad. The online mediasphere is broadcasting Stop Asian Hate because it’s usually about your race when you’re a minority, but becoming the targets of violence is not the kind of representation any community wants.
谈 · 恋爱 Speaking of Love
谈 · 恋爱。I never knew it could be so profoundly complex, wholesome, and magnificent.
The Strength of Caring
To hold one demographic of the population to a standard that you are not willing to meet is the epitome of hypocrisy, and, regardless of where you live or whether you have experienced it, I say again: silence is complicity. What is important is not that you understand 100% on a personal level—it is that you have the ability to empathise and support those who must live in such a disturbing reality.
The Meaning of Asian America
Our women are diminished to objects that contribute nothing to the world besides pleasure. Their faces and bodies are seen as erotic and passive rather than what they truly are: strong and resilient. Our women are mothers, daughters, grandmothers, artists, healers, warriors, leaders — our women are people. All people are deserving of life.