I was born to a Korean mother and a caucausion father. I attended international schools where the majority was mixed with some form of Korean. Caucasion American, Korean Mexican, Korean Puerto Rican, Korean Italian, Korean black.... we all sat at the same lunch table. It wasn’t untill I went to the U.S. where I realized I that was the minority. The lunch room was divided. I became ashamed of my culture and heritage. I was ashamed of my mother’s Korean furniture and smell of kimchi in my home. I wanted desperately to fit in....blonde hair, blue eyes and porcelain skin. I was asked the stupidest f*cking questions. Would I eat their dog? Am I related to Kim jung Un? Is my p*ssy slanted too? Could I be blindfolded with a shoelace and still see? If these are hard to read.. .they were even harder to live through or answer. I did as every Asian/ American did, I laughed it off politely. But no more...#stopasianhate. I won’t entertain your http://liketk.it/3bdGS #StayHomeWithLTK #LTKunder50 #LTKSpringSale #liketkit @liketoknow.it @liketoknow.it.home You can instantly shop my looks by following me on the LIKEtoKNOW.it shopping app stupidity. Now, I feel ashamed that I tried to hide my culture. Have you heard of BTS/Black Pink? Yeah,they’re taking over the charts....Grammys too. Kimchi... heard it’s fusion frenzy. So please #stopasianhate because #hateisavirus