16 years ago I learnt that I was different.
15 years ago more kids confirmed my suspicions. Being different is bad!
13 years ago they started spitting on me. I was too embarrassed to tell my mother. I didn’t want to be Chinese.
8 years ago I had a fresh start, but was still too different.
6 years ago I got into skin bleaching; I didn’t want to be different anymore. I was one of 4 PoC in my grade of 300.
3 years ago I had one more fresh start. I had a chance to truly develop; I started to change a lot.
2 years ago was when I started to realise that I will always be “different”, but with the environment I was in, it wasn’t so absurd.
1 year ago I realised that I desperately want to change social norms in Western Societies that exclude PoC from “the norm”. I started to love my Chinese side and wished I never succumbed to thinking I had to live up to European beauty standards.
Now I write/draw comics, teach people, and speak up about these issues.
I wish I didn’t have to go through hating my Chinese heritage, but I don’t think I would be as strong as I am now without it. I want to help PoC realise their worth isn’t judged by bigots.
I am proud to be Chinese, and I want to encourage that in those going through it alone. Western Societies don’t exactly support WoC.