Finding the Beauty of Being Me

So here's the stitch. I am 100% Asian. Yup, a curse and a blessing at the same time. You see white girls have it easy. Their genes do not have a high dominance of the short gene, they actually have developments on their chests, and their hair can do crazy shit. Trust me, I've tried almost everything to do something with my hair. Nope... it just goes right back to being straight as a Republican Catholic. Ultimately what I'm getting at here is that I am pretty self conscious and jelly of them white chicks. But hey, who doesn't feel that way sometimes?

But not only are these girls born with said assets, their lives are also a whole bunch more lax. Yeah, Asians in general have Asian parents, what a concept. But these Asian parents, as by the formal definition of Urban Dictionary, "are people who gave birth to you and fed you so therefore they think they can control you. They play mind games, are passive aggressive, manipulative, and are generally just very negative people. " More follows this definition that specifies the traits that are unique to an Asian parent (anything less that an A+ is failure, they resort to degrading your accomplishments, no allowance, etc.) which turn out to be pretty spot on. Urban Dictionary is a reliable source apparently. So when whities can go smoke "a shitton of pot", drink, party, have sleepovers, have friends, have a social life, etc., we Asians cannot.

Most of us have what I would like to call the product of either genetically modified foods or bestiality: the Tiger Mom (or Dad in order to be PC). So yeah, Asians have hard lives.

But then you get those whiney few (or vast majority) of people who are not Asian who complain over things like "my mom grounded me for drinking her brandy and trying to dilute it with tea, my life sucks." Boohoo go cry me a river. Then proceed to build a bridge. Commence walking towards said bridge and GET OVER IT. There are 3 inherent problems to the priveleged child's mindset. 1) They are never in the wrong. 2) They do stupid things that they think have no consequences. 3) When they are met with said consequences, it is apparently always "unfair."

Now I've had this conversation with people I know and the reponse is generally something along the lines of "why don't you just ignore them?" or "run away" or "jeez, too bad for you." Thanks for the support guys, really.

But you know what? I had an epiphany recently. Who cares if my hair lies flat against my head or if my bra size never surpases the first two letters of the alphabet? Who cares if my parents think that having friends is the equivalent to selling your soul to Satan? Eventually highschool will be over and college will have come and passed and things of real importance will come into light. Trivial things like appearance will become secondary to life.

Or at least I hope that's what happens.