Coming Out of the Proverbial Shell
I have always envisioned writing a blog that people would be interested in reading. Wondering if my personal stories and experiences would be enough, if I could sound captivating online. I would always hold back, full of self doubt and discredit. Finally, I have committed to sharing things about myself, in hopes that it reaches someone who needs to hear it. To be the person, and the article, that I didn’t have. I wouldn’t describe my story or situation as unique or obscure. There have been movies as of late (like Crazy Rich Asians and Joy Ride) that portray the mixed-kid, not-white-enough-but-not-Asian-enough internal conflict. It seems it’s become something a little more relatable, and in these cases of media, something to represent. However, despite weeping while being engaged in such films all the while appreciating that same representation - alas, a small void (or maybe it's larger than I think) is still left inside of me. There’s a place in there wishing I h...