This is me:
I usually draw myself like this:
But a more accurate drawing would be like this:
I get asked all the time if I dye my hair.
This mousy brown hair color is all my own.
Although yesterday, my coworker called it chocolaty brown.
I like that.
I've also been asked a couple of times if I'm mixed.
The questions amuse me though.
And it reminds me of how monolithic some people are in their perceptions of what Chinese people look like.
So, let me show you my family.
This is my mom, her hair is light like mine:
My aunt, my mom's younger sister, has hair the lightest of us all.
People just skip the hair dyeing question and automatically go straight to asking her what shade she uses.
It's au naturel, people.
This is my cousin, my dad's sister's son:
He has ridiculously curly hair. So much so, that he keeps it shorn close to his head or he'd be growing a poof. And no, he's not mixed.
These are all my male cousins.
Besides the babies, they are ALL taller than me.
Okay, that's not saying much. I'm 5'4". I'm the shortest grandchild on both sides of the family. Woe is me.
But, more than half of the boys are near six feet or over. I think my tallest cousin is 6'3".
It certainly feels like it when I try to look up at him.
And here are all the female cousins in the family, including me.
Oops, almost forgot the littlest one!
We all look very different from one another.
Though you can't tell from my drawings because I suck at drawing.
My sister and cousin have what the Chinese call perfect oval faces. It's the epitome of East Asian beauty. And big eyes. All four of them possess that feature.
I have to say, 'cause I'm not biased or anything, I have a stunningly beautiful family.
Just a little snapshot of what my Chinese family looks like.
If they were bad cartoon renditions of themselves.
February 11, 2016
February 5, 2016
I got a Fitbit recently because I'm still trying to unshrink my clothes.
I thought having a new gadget that tracks steps would motivate me.
But, I'm pretty sure I'm doing it all wrong.
My goal is 10,000 steps every day.
One day, last week, I hadn't quite reached my goal yet, so I decided to walk around my block.
Only problem was:
I was eating chips the entire time I was doing it.
At least I went 300 steps over my goal?
February 2, 2016
This happened to me all the time when I was a child:
"Um, Mama, I think these clothes
are a tad too big on me."
are a tad too big on me."
This happened the other day:
"Mama, I'm not this skinny."
My mom insisted her pants would fit me.
Is there a name for My Mom Has Never Been Able to Correctly Judge What Size I Am?
At least my mom is improving?
Why did I take her shopping with me again?