Is Plastic Surgery Truly Feminist?

When I think of plastic surgery, I imagine a paper woman. She has cut-out lines under her eyes, down the bridges of her nose, and round the edges of her slender jaw. A pearly white smile is plastered on her lips, and her eyes twinkle as if she holds the secret to eternal beauty. But what is eternal beauty? Many believe you can only achieve it on an operating table. I guess a part of me has always wondered whether plastic surgery was in line with my feminist beliefs. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never considered it, especially during my younger years when the mirror was both my best friend and worst enemy.

“14-Year-Old Girls”: The Misogyny of Gendering Hobbies

How I slowly grew out of shaming my hobbies, and why we shame girls for having hobbies.

“You’re such a girrrrrl”
“I am a girrrrrl”
“You’re such a GIRRRRRL”

Hello, and welcome to another installment of ‘Hannah using Dear Asian Youth Literature as free therapy before she accumulates enough savings to get a therapist’. This 60-minute session will be a personal account about how I was shamed for liking Boy Bands with further discussion about how society loves to shame girls for having hobbies that may or may not involve boys. Whoohoo! Fun!

Wrought with Gold

Listen, dear readers, there once was a story,
Filled with magic and marvels and whimsy and wonder,
One of trials and hardships, of success and glory.


The living room is the same.  The floor is messy.  Cotton and dust still spilling and spilling and spilling and spilling onto a burgundy rug. … Read More »aftermath


“I’m leaving.”  That was the last thought I had. I was sick. I was tired. I was exhausted from feeling unwelcome in a place where… Read More »leaving


“Noo,” she says with a whine that’s high and pitchy and scrapes at my nerves.

Staring down at my little sister who’s half my height but somehow twice as loud, I breathe in carefully, tamping down on any feelings of irritation and anger. She’s six. I’m twelve. I need to be mature.

“Okay,” I say slowly with faux calmness. I’ve already learned by now that getting angry at my little sister never ends well. “What do you want me to do?”

She scowls at me, hands balled into half formed fists as she twists her lips in frustration. “I don’t know!” she shouts, hands now fully clenched. “Just, just do something!”

Bearing Summer, Bare

in dreams i stand
barefoot, soul bearing
bear the brief bittersweet
baring teeth, bare
back against the earth
bear its weight on my back –
(it’s) heaving, spitting
(i’m) drowning, living


Step one: find different papers of all different sizes. Step two: cut them, rip them however you like. Step three: get glue, and start working.… Read More »Collage