Underneath my yellow skin

Category Archives: Myopia

Unconventional Love

I never played with baby dolls when I was a little girl. They never appealed to me, nor did actual babies. They were screaming, squalling, dribbling balls of snot, and I didn’t like them at all. I also never pretend-played having a wedding with my Barbies. I know many little girls dream of their perfect… Continue Reading

Still Waters Run Deep: Emotions Boiling Under the Surface

Steve Rogers: Doctor Banner, now might be a really good time for you to get angry. Bruce Banner: That’s my secret, Captain; I’m always angry. Hulks out and punches Leviathan  in the face. One day in taiji class, one of my classmates who is originally from India (so we share some broad cultural touchstones) was talking about needing… Continue Reading

When ‘Fat’ Feels Like a Four-Letter Word

I am fat. I’m not fluffy or padded or zaftig; I’m fat. I’m not saying this to slag on myself; I’m simply stating a fact.  I don’t like that I’m fat, but I’m at a loss what to do about it. Oh, I know the usual advice. Eat less (and more healthily) and exercise more.… Continue Reading