When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits – anything that kept me small. My judgment called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
Pusheen the cat making some chemistry.
That cat is not wearing safety goggles, he hasn’t even bothered to clean up that spilled solvent, and he is holding that Erlenmeyer flask way to close to his face.
Pusheen the Cat, more like Pusheen the limits of lab safety
My name is Maddy. Despite what many people may think, I am not “too light” to be South Indian,” nor I am “too dark” to be Asian. India is on the Asian continent so if I choose to identify as Asian, that is my choice. On the flip side, if I choose to identify as American, that is also my choice. You do not get to tell me who I am or where I come from - and you definitely don’t get to tell me to go back.
I am proud of my brownness, but I am not proud of how people respond to it. Don’t tell me that you’ve seen my “people working at Dunkin’ Donuts and 7/11, yo, but you speak much better English than they do” when I approach you for an interview (being an Asian-American journalist seems to be grounds for having both my race and my gender extremely sexualized and fetishized at any given moment) or that “you’re just looking to be offended, I bet you don’t even care about your own culture that much” when I attempt to address cultural appropriation.
We are all so beautiful, strong and angry. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being angry. It saddens me that I’ve felt the need to mask my anger - I don’t want to go skipping through life pretending that you don’t actually offend me or hurt me with your words or your actions. Don’t make fun of my culture or my roots, and don’t appropriate it for your own benefit. I am who I am and I am so proud of that. Happy Asian face appreciation day, my loves.