It has come to the point in the semester where things are starting to pile up, due dates coincide with other class assignments, and the pressure to keep up becomes more serious than ever. Continue reading
Month: October 2015
Yes I Am Asian and Yes I Am Cambodian
When I was young, I never really had an identity crisis. I identified as an Asian who is ethnically Cambodian. I grew up in a Cambodian household, was taught Cambodian traditions, and learned the language (Khmer). I knew who I was and I was proud of it. However as time passed, things changed very drastically for me. Continue reading
Body in Poverty
I never grew up poor, but after my father kicked me out and I struggled to find a safe space to sleep at night, I obviously ended up with a limited budget. To be completely honest, I’m literally broke. Flat broke. Probably poor. Penniless basically. Continue reading
Downsides of Downsizing
When I was obese, I thought that losing weight would solve many of my problems. I would be able to fit into straight-size clothing, my body would draw no notice due to its size, and I would feel better naked — messages all around me said these things would happen, and I believed it. However, I have found that weightloss is bad at delivering on such promises. Continue reading
All Problems Matter
I stare at the clock as time is winding down before my exam. My stomach is aching because I couldn’t get myself to eat breakfast this morning. My muscles are so tense and I feel a bit shaky Continue reading
A Brief Halloween Story
Discussions of women’s beauty standards have stemmed from a few of our conversations in class, so I thought I’d take this blog post and use it to talk about a really stupid beauty standard-related incident of mine from the Halloween of 2007.
Nexplanon: Birth Control Bar
WARNING: There is a picture of a bruise on this blog post. Along with this, medical injections are briefly mentioned. Continue reading
Stop Associating Mental Illness and Gun Violence
I used to hide my freckles.

I used to hide my freckles.
Up until I went to high school, I never thought twice about how I looked. I would literally just throw on a t-shirt and some jeans, put my hair into a ponytail, and walk out of the house. Around the beginning of high school, one of my friends pointed out that I had freckles. At first, I was confused because I had gone all my life without realizing this, and now I was afraid that I would be made fun of for having them.
I thought that my freckles were interesting, but I was afraid that other people would not think the same way. I used to get picked on from 6th-8th grade, and I did not want to start at a new school and have the past repeat itself. I decided that I would rarely talk to people at school, and keep my head in the books – literally.
By the time I hit the 12th grade, only few people had noticed my freckles, but they were my friends. I remember my sister taking me to the MAC store because she was so obsessed with “putting some color on [my] face”. Now, for the most part I agreed to get my make up done, because I thought it would be fun. The makeup artist there had given me some concealer for my dark circles, and some foundation that gave me a more tan – but still natural – look. I was in awe. I loved the way that all my flaws had seemed to disappear; all but my freckles.
The more I wore my makeup, the more my freckles seemed to disappear. Had I grown fond of them? I think I had. Although I felt as though people would make fun of me for having freckles, I still believed that they were pretty cool. My dad has a lot of freckles on his back and face, and I felt having freckles was actually a pretty interesting thing. Not many of my relatives have freckles, and I liked that fact that I was one of the few that did – it gave me a sense of connection with my family, and after staring at my face for countless hours a day, I started to like them.
I decided that it was time to retire the makeup for awhile. I went with a more natural look. I slept earlier, to help get rid of my bags, and I applied Ponds to my face morning and night. My face began to glow in a different way than it had before, and I was really starting to like it. A lot of people began complimenting me, saying that wearing no makeup looked a lot better on me than makeup did – and my freckles would get complimented too!
I still wear makeup sometimes if I am going out somewhere, or just because I am in the mood to look a bit more “girly”, but I love being able to take a break from it all to embrace my true, natural self.
Where were you when the lights went out?
Where were you when the lights went out?

In reading Unquiet Mind by Kay Jamison has really opened my eyes to mental illness. It amazes me how much I have learned and come to understand about bipolar and manic depression. This book made me think about the people in my life who suffer from this illness. How they have been misunderstood by people like me. Continue reading

