It didn’t take long for me to learn that what made me different was not always seen as beautiful by the world that existed outside the four walls that I was raised in.
My story is from a third generation Chinese American lens, who was raised in the Midwest and attended school in the south — please know this writing doesn’t encompass or represent all Asian American stories.
Here is a snapshot of what I have experienced:
They said that I’m ‘exotic’ and a ‘china doll’. They exclaimed ‘where have you been keeping her?!’ to a family member. I say…