A satirical piece about how the Western cosmetics industry and Eurocentric beauty standards frequently market any possible feature as insecurity that could be solved with product.
Hello everyone and welcome back! If you’re new around here, welcome. My name is Hannah and I enjoy long walks on the beach, sometimes crush caffeine tablets in my boba, and cry myself to sleep every night wondering about how my crow’s feet will look at my funeral and how it all went wrong.
Everyone has a story itching to be told. In light of the recent rise of anti-Asian hate crimes, this article aims to be a collection of authentically told Asian stories. By sharing our experiences, we hope to showcase the diversity in the Asian community and enable accurate and holistic representation. Enjoy a few stories from members of the Dear Asian Youth and TV Wasteland community.
TW: Death, Trauma, Domestic and White Terrorism, Mass Shooting.
Death is not a friend of mine
But is more like an acquaintance
Although I haven’t met him personally,
My father has.
It’s been 17 years since that day.
17 years and 25 days.
17 years and I am still grappling with the lasting effects of Death’s visit.
here are two words:
oppression (uh-presh-uhn): the state of being heavily affected by unjust rules and systems
competition (kom-pi-tish–uhn): rivalry; the act of striving to outdo another
words that sound so similar, yet are worlds apart
should be worlds apart