Step Into My Shoes..

I had an Aryan friend once tell me, "Aren't you supposed to be hairless since you are Mongolian and all?". She had witnessed my hairy hands which I hadn't yet started to shave. I think that must've been the comment that triggered a life long obsession with hair removal. I'm saying life-long because even though I do it seasonally and very sporadically at that, I still do it. I know people in the west use the term "Asian" to describe anyone who has chinky eyes but in my country, we use the term "Mongolian". And the Mongolians in my country can have the features of someone who white people call the "brown" people. So if you think about it, I drew the short end of the stick since I am brown, short, hairy and have bad hair. Let's get back to the hairy bit. When I was in school, I fell into that category of girls who were studious and didn't care about their looks. Also our school was very strict about girls doing adult t...

Yesterday I had an epiphany. It involves my looks. It involves your looks. It involves how we all look like. First, background story. My mom once told me that I look good in my pictures. She let it hang there. She didn't have to mention "...as opposed to in real life" after the statement for me to know what it meant. To look at the positive side, it means I am photogenic. And to look at the negative side, it means that my pictures are clearly deceiving and if you've seen only my pictures you'll be left disappointed when you meet me irl. To look at the darker side, my mom, who's supposed to love me for what I am, still feels I'm uglier outside of my pictures, to put it blandly. O-kay. It is no news that almost everyone who's got even an ounce of vanity in them wants to take great pictures of themselves. And why not. I've only heard of one exception where this girl from YouTube talked about how she puts not-so-good pictures in her Tinde...