Why I Hung Out Only With Other Asians

Life has a way of throwing us into the deep end, expecting us to swim in waters that are sometimes turbulent with misunderstanding and prejudice. As a kid, I remember walking down the school corridors, acutely aware of the stares and the whispers. The bullying wasn’t always overt, but it was there — a smirk, a whispered joke, a name called out a bit too loudly. I remember the sharp sting of being called names, the kind that slice through you because they’re not just about you but about where you come from, your family, your heritage. It’s a unique kind of pain, one that digs deep, because it’s not just about being teased; it’s about being othered, about feeling like an outsider in your own home. <a href="https://medium.com/asian-mosaic/why-i-hung-out-only-with-other-asians-ba9e6747a6ca">Learn More</a>