12.14.2014

Sorry I'm Not White

I have always been skeptical about the things I get in life. I never feel like I deserve them. This would include the long list of things like: my friends, my college acceptance, internship acceptance, dating life etc.

My biggest fear has always been, "Did I get this because I am Asian, and not because I worked long hard hours for it?" Honestly, it sucks not being an upper class Caucasian person. I have to work twice as hard to get what all these fancy white folk get. Or worse, I don't have to try at all because someone doesn't want to look racist. To this day, being twenty-one years old, my biggest insecurity has always been my looks and my ethnicity. I often feel as if I'm suffering from a constant identity crisis. I act like every other white girl, but my looks tell me otherwise.

It is not fun being told that I'm at an advantage because I'm an asian woman. Shouldn't the reason as to why you get something is because of your hard work, not because a school/internship/company looks better with you there? To this day, I am still not sure as to why I got the opportunity to attend BYU, because I am not very bright. The day I had orientation for my Utah State Legislature internship, I quickly realized I was the only Asian person there and there was one other African American student. The rest were white people. It's easy to start questioning yourself when these are the circumstances of your life.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate "the white man." In fact, if you don't know this by now, I clearly have white-boy fever and lack of yellow fever. 90% of my friends are white. But it's hard seeing people get opportunities and you know they got it because they worked hard, not because the company considered their ethnicity or gender. I honestly cannot wait for the day I get married. Why? Because I'll finally have a "normal" last name. Because that means my application for anything automatically has a better chance at avoiding prejudice. If you're reading this and you're white, REALIZE that for some sad messed up reason, I will never ever get as many opportunities as you will. That's just how this world works, unfortunately.

Not only with careers, but I am shocked by compliments from people. I don't take them seriously. I think people are lying to make me feel better about the way I look. It's tough growing up as a proud American, but all you are seen for is Chinese (or anything that really isn't white). Racism is alive and well. Despite people not realizing it. It's the little things that get to people sometimes, so tread carefully.

Although at times I am feeling this way, for the most part I am hopeful that most of the things which I have been given in this life were not because of my looks/ethnicity, but for who I truly am. I am hopeful that my friendships are meaningful. My acceptance into my school was for a reason. My dating life has gone the way it has. And whatever else that is to come is because I worked hard to get it, not because somebody didn't want to be seen as a racist.

I get it, racist jokes are funny sometimes. But eventually they become too much and become believable. So I'm asking you, whoever you are, to stop making comments towards others race and gender because how would you like it if we did that to you? Wouldn't be too exciting would it? So don't come tell me I got something because I'm Asian, because if that is the case, then I don't want it. Let's try our best to be kind and treat each other equally so future generations do not have to worry about conformity or stereotypes. People don't need to be reminded of their race, gender, religion, etc. We already know what we are. So let's try to become better versions of ourselves rather than focus on the past.

12.05.2014

Believing in Happy Endings

When I was little, I convinced myself that fairytale dreams are impossible goals. I spent my teenage years looking down at the girls that expected Prince Charming (or now the ever popular Flynn Rider) to come save me, sweep me off my feet and we'd live happily ever after. I still find that ridiculous, but that is a rant for another day. I taught myself to be independent. To learn to rely on no one but myself. Slowly but surely during the past couple years of college, I have torn down that wall for God. Living a life without Him is confusing, dark, and I would never recommend it. When I entered college, I was and still am determined to never be a girl getting her MRS degree. If you happen to be one of those girls, seeking the lifestyle of only being a mother that is totally and completely acceptable. But I would personally never choose that life for myself; I want to have a career AND be a mother. I would hope that we can all respect each other for our choices and vise versa.

Recently, I have realized that I have been coming up with a lot of really crappy invalid reasons not go get married or make an extra effort to find my future husband. First of all, whoever I marry should respect my beliefs and wouldn't force me to do anything that I would not want to do. For example, tell me to drop out of school, because honey that is not happening. Or when we have children ask me to quit my job to be a stay at home mom 24/7, which, for me, would be disrespecting my choices. I don't want to get too deep into this, but I am fully aware that the LDS church has a strong stance on what men and women should do when it comes to families. However, it never says that a woman should not work. In fact, president Hinckley urged women to get a full education. Why should I be the only one making that sacrifice? My father was the one in my family that took me to school and picked me up. He taught me to drive, he taught me to ask God whether or not to know if things are true. I am not saying my mom didn't raise me, but I am saying that both people in a relationship should make certain sacrifices depending on their situation. There are no set rules on what kinds of sacrifices people should make when starting a family. You do you. And I am POSITIVE that Heavenly Father will help and guide you along the way. 

There's no easier way to put the fact that I am scared of marriage. It scares me that all my friends tell me that I will be engaged within a year or so. The future in general is scary. But what I do know is that I can't really mess around anymore and I need to buckle down and focus on not just school and a career but finding the poor sap that gets to be stuck with me for the rest of eternity. So here's to you future husband....sorry I am so stubborn and have been avoiding you....

I would say I'm 75% more open to the idea of finding the guy...but what I am 100% sure of is I believe in happy endings. It took a while, but I'm slowly but surely starting to be less scared. Dating/Marriage is work. It doesn't come at ease. But if we work hard for what we want, we can be happy. Here's to all us finding who we are meant to be with for the rest of forever.

Sorry for the language...