It’s (not) all about the angles

In My Size

As I lay on my bed scrolling through the 40 photos I took, my eyes filled with tears, and I threw my phone at the mirror. I looked nothing like the photoshopped pictures online. I was upset that I was trying so hard to be someone else.
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Conquering the orgasm

Sex on Tuesday

Though sex with and without an orgasm seem to be interchangeable, I assure you they are not. While sex without an orgasm can be enjoyed, the pleasure is dull, and can lead to a sense of disappointment that will fall onto your partner.
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Between China and America

The Half of It

My multicultural upbringing is a source of pride and joy, not a stranger’s tangled yarn to cut up and reorganize. So when you ask me where I’m from, challenge your monocultural norms first.
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Field trip frenzy

Muscle Memories

I waited anxiously in my seat as my fifth-grade teacher officially announced where our annual field trip would be. With a smile, she said, “We’re going to Jekyll Island!” I immediately turned to my friends, and we looked at each other with wide eyes, trying to stifle screams of excitement.
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An apple a day keeps the aunties away

In My Size

At my large, Mexican American family’s reunions, judgmental comments about my body shape were always present. One of these moments occurred when I was 14 years old at my cousin’s birthday party. We had just finished singing happy birthday, and I had served myself a plate of cake and ice
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The names they’ve called me

The Half of It

“Oh God, not again,” I thought to myself as a new Tinder match messaged me. “So… what are you?” I could honestly make a living from charging $5 every time I’ve been asked this question. My ethnic ambiguity is so confusing to people that they feel entitled to know exactly
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My diaspora

Cal in Color

A new day begins with a warm, citrus tint cast above the city. I can see it clearly with all its lurid delights. The soo’q (market) is busy with mothers bargaining for lower prices on cabbages and eggplants while children stray further down the marketplace, toward the livestock. They race
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Delaying my diagnosis

Muscle Memories

“When were you diagnosed?” is a question that continues to haunt me to this day. Throughout my life, every pulmonologist to neurologist has asked me this question, but the problem is that I don’t have an exact answer. Having a rare medical condition means that the exact moment of being
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Learning to love my curvy body

In My Size

I have learned to love and accept my body. Unlearning society’s obsession with tying beauty to body shapes has been a journey. I can now confidently say that I represent the beauty of Mexican American women. I no longer feel stigmatized for my body shape. I am proud to be a “curved beauty.”
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