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Kavitha
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"Traumatic because I didn’t expect that CSA thing happening 😭😭😭" — Mar 24, 2025 07:52PM
"Traumatic because I didn’t expect that CSA thing happening 😭😭😭" — Mar 24, 2025 07:52PM
“I draw a very small fish swimming in the ocean and realizing it's filled with planets and stars.”
― Starfish
― Starfish
“I will kill myself soon. But until then, how do I tame my pain?”
― Wave
― Wave
“If the family you chose before your birth no longer supports your path towards fulfilling your true destiny, it is never too late to find a new tribe.”
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“Almost everyone in Chinatown looks more like me than any of the kids at my high school ever did.
It feels like a dream. I’ve never been around so many Asian people before. I’ve always felt out of place, but I’ve never realized quite how much until this exact moment, when I feel completely in place. They have eyes like mine and hair like mine and legs like mine. When they smile their skin creases the way mine does, and their hair mostly falls flat and straight the way mine does.
They’re like me. It feels so comfortable and good I could almost cry.
And they’re so beautiful. Like, Rei beautiful. They know how to do their hair and makeup and dress themselves because they’ve probably been taught by parents who understand they shouldn’t just copy whatever the white celebrities and models are doing. Because they have different faces and body types and colors. It’s like painting—you don’t just use any color you feel like; you pick the color that fits the subject the best.
I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to learn the lesson I’ve needed since childhood.
I don’t have to be white to be beautiful, just like I don’t have to be Asian to be beautiful. Because beauty doesn’t come in one mold.
It doesn’t make it okay that people are jerks about race. But it does make me feel like I’m not alone. It makes me feel like less of a weirdo.
It makes me feel like Mom was wrong.
When I look around at the people in Chinatown, I don’t feel like I’m desperate for their acceptance. I feel at ease.
I think I know why Shoji accepted our Japanese side a long time ago. I think he realized there was another world out there—a world Mom wasn’t a part of. I think he knew that, somehow, finding our heritage was like finding a safe place from her.”
― Starfish
It feels like a dream. I’ve never been around so many Asian people before. I’ve always felt out of place, but I’ve never realized quite how much until this exact moment, when I feel completely in place. They have eyes like mine and hair like mine and legs like mine. When they smile their skin creases the way mine does, and their hair mostly falls flat and straight the way mine does.
They’re like me. It feels so comfortable and good I could almost cry.
And they’re so beautiful. Like, Rei beautiful. They know how to do their hair and makeup and dress themselves because they’ve probably been taught by parents who understand they shouldn’t just copy whatever the white celebrities and models are doing. Because they have different faces and body types and colors. It’s like painting—you don’t just use any color you feel like; you pick the color that fits the subject the best.
I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to learn the lesson I’ve needed since childhood.
I don’t have to be white to be beautiful, just like I don’t have to be Asian to be beautiful. Because beauty doesn’t come in one mold.
It doesn’t make it okay that people are jerks about race. But it does make me feel like I’m not alone. It makes me feel like less of a weirdo.
It makes me feel like Mom was wrong.
When I look around at the people in Chinatown, I don’t feel like I’m desperate for their acceptance. I feel at ease.
I think I know why Shoji accepted our Japanese side a long time ago. I think he realized there was another world out there—a world Mom wasn’t a part of. I think he knew that, somehow, finding our heritage was like finding a safe place from her.”
― Starfish
“My foot slipped. A split second. And for that split second, I was falling.
In that split second, I didn't panic.
I thought, 'oh'.
Then Rachel's hand wrapped around my arm and steadied me.
'Thanks,' I stared at the edge . . .
Two seconds ago all I could think was, 'oh, thank god, now it's over.”
― Consigned to Oblivion
In that split second, I didn't panic.
I thought, 'oh'.
Then Rachel's hand wrapped around my arm and steadied me.
'Thanks,' I stared at the edge . . .
Two seconds ago all I could think was, 'oh, thank god, now it's over.”
― Consigned to Oblivion
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