When I was younger, I got picked on for my appearance. And now that I’ve grown out of my awkward phase, i’m getting picked on for something else. Vanity.
My great-grandparents witnessed the slaughter of their loved ones in the Armenian Genocide. As an Armenian, the Genocide is a big part of my identity. But it’s not the only part.
Street fashion has taught me how to sew, paint, dye fabrics, and embroider. But the toughest lesson was negotiating between money and friendship.
I’m full Chinese, but the fact that I don’t know the language makes me question how Chinese I really am.
I’ve always been close with my brother. But after he was diagnosed with autism, our bond became even deeper.
After Nia Wilson’s murder on BART, many young people are wondering if they’re safe on public transit. Here’s one girl’s perspective.
Since kindergarten, I was told “you’re just not a math and science kid. Stick to humanities.” So why even try?
In recent years, the news stories coming out of El Salvador are bleak. My childhood memories are becoming overshadowed.
Something deep inside me truly believes that my life will be better if my nose slopes instead of bumps.