Asian-American, Female, Story
Sense of Self The teenage years, especially the high school days, are some of the most confusing times of our lives. During that period of time, we are figuring out who exactly we are, going through many things to find our sense of self. This was my problem. High...
Asian-American, Female, Story
Untitled I approached my lighted vanity mirror atop of my white dresser and flipped the light switch on. I peered into the mirror and became instantly traumatized. Blisters filled with pus protruded from every centimeter of my face. My skin looked foreign compared to...
Asian-American, Female, Story
Stressing Perfection It sneaks up on me, makes me suspicious, and sees to it that I am stumped. “So far, so good,” I sigh to myself, until it strikes. It leaves me stupefied and shocked. Stress is its name. Bringing me down is how it plays its game. I get...
