Thoughts of An Angry Asian Bitch
I was always aware that I was Asian, almost hyper-aware. I never had a moment of realization that I was the “other”; I just knew that I was. From a young age, which is a bit silly to say considering the fact I’m turning only 20 this year, I knew that non-Asian people, specifically White people, would see me as Asian first and a person second. I knew that my eyes were smaller and that my skin tanned like a golden egg tart from dim sum. I knew that I…
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