I’m Asian American, and I’m wondering why politicians don’t think I exist

I was eight when my parents first became citizens of the United States. I remember watching my mom rummage through her closet, tossing handfuls of shirts over her shoulders as she curated an outfit to take her Oath of Allegiance in. I remember running my go-gurt covered fingers over the shiny leather cover of my dad’s new American passport, marveling at the multicolored seal overlaid on his photo.

On Growing Up As an Unskinny Asian

Originally published on XoJane.com Growing up as an Asian American, I knew I would never have the long legs or double lidded blue eyes of the models that graced the TV screens and magazines I saw. Hell, I might not even have the tan skin if my melanin continued to refuse to cooperate. I recognized… Continue reading On Growing Up As an Unskinny Asian