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In fifth grade, a random peer asked me if my name was Bea. When I told her no, she replied with a familiar: “Oh, well, you know, you guys all look the same.” This is an illustration compilation of how that’s just not true!

Ali Wong' Netflix Special

Growing up without knowing a lot of people who looked like me, I always felt like I was “too” loud for a Chinese girl. I had a rambunctious, talkative personality as a kid, but I quieted down as I got older and became more self-conscious.


We named you twice;

first as poetry, second as insurance.

Press one to your ear & you will hear

Đà Lạt in full bloom.


They tell me I’m vulnerable, and have to be protected,

because I’m their daughter.

They try to shield me from the inevitable: from late summer-night-2-am sneakouts

Jakin Zhang

I grew up drawing eyelids on all of my stick figures so that they could look pretty — well, as pretty as a stick figure could get. I took long looks in the mirror and touched the soft space above my eyelashes, miserable about the fact that I had been born with monolids.


I’ve always been insecure about my Korean-ness, or to be more specific, my lack thereof. For the longest time, I’ve felt like I had become too Americanized, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed it.



I’m like a rose, beautiful but I have thorns.


Courtesy of Ross Sneddon

I am a visibly Muslim woman. When people think of what a Muslim woman should look like, there is a preconception that she wears some sort of headwrap, whether it be a Hijab, or a Niqab — anything that covers her hair. This obviously isn’t the case for all Muslim women.


to everyone who has exoticized me:


of course

i’m sorry

chase couldn’t like me because he thought i was nice

or cute