Good Chinese girls, after all, are supposed to be "guai" -- docile, obedient. I can remember being called "guai" from the time I was old enough to understand Chinese. Incidentally, that was around the same time I decided I wanted to be white.
Fashion is not an easy industry. Competitive, cut-throat and nonstop? Yes, yes and yes. Whether it be modeling, blogging, social media, magazines, sales... most likely, you're going to be underpaid, overworked, and in way above your head.
There are some mornings where I just wake up wishing to have evenly tanned skin, no longer dealing with stares or questions about why I have spots on my legs. I'll even admit that I still have the rare temptation to try self-tanner or skin makeup yet again to try to cover up my splotches.
Girls need to start viewing themselves as more than their bodies. Beauty is more than outer appearance, and it's about time women banded together to knock down the image of perfection society has given us.
The human body has no mold; it has no set size or shape or proportion. Beauty does not have a set of criteria and normal does not exist. Whether you are 6'2" or 5'3," whether you weigh 200 pounds or 95 -- you are human and I bet you're beautiful.
I've felt like the white rag on a tug-of-war rope. My body will never fit the spicy image of a Hispanic Amazon; it will never be naturally slim and naturally curvaceous. It will just be. It is my body. And I'm glad.
"Look pretty fast!" was plastered on top of the page. Underneath were various makeup tutorials that took five, 10 and 15 minutes. I have nothing against lipstick and blush, but why did I have to paint on a new face to feel good about myself?
My senior picture looks like me, not like a digital reconstruction of me. The sole purpose of photos is for documentation, and when looking back, I want to be able to remember how I looked at the time -- not how the computer thought I should look.
We need to encourage our older teenage girls to see our younger girls for what they themselves once were -- on the precipice between self-acceptance and self-loathing, needing the encouragement of the older girls they so admire and respect.