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You’re 20 years old. You’ve spent the past several years repatriating yourself. You get your family’s name inked into your skin. That character is there forever. You won’t let anyone make you feel the way you did all those years ago. You love being Chinese.
You’re 25 years old.
You see a movie with an all-asian cast at a screening and for some reason you’re crying and you can’t stop. You’ve never seen a cast like this in Hollywood. Everyone is beautiful.
You’re so happy you’re Chinese.
#CrazyRichAsians #RepresentationMatters
I'm so sorry to have been a part of the culture that made you hate being Chinese. And I'm crying tears of joy to see your pride and happiness. Peace.
As a 1st generation Japanese who emigrated to USA in 1971 during the height of the war in Viet Nam, I can empathize with the desire to minimize anything Asian about oneself and the lifelong struggle to reclaim an Asian identity. Keep going.
I respect your tears. When I first saw Mr and Mrs Willis on The Jefferson's I was in awe. It was the first time I saw a family like mine represented on tv. It wasn't easy being biracial but it was meaningful to see it. What I got from that show has stayed w me my whole life.
This thread brought back memories of a similar journey I took 41 yrs ago. Thanks for sharing. 
I'm half Korean and this is so true as to how I look at mother's culture. Growing up, people asked if I was adopted. I got the slanted eye jokes and people thought my mother's food was disgusting even though now, Korean food is all the craze.
During sorority rush over 30 years ago, I dropped out on bid night because it got back to me that one sorority was telling its members I was not "white" enough to be a part of their world. I am and was asked all the time how I was able to have such good English.
Oh my god, this is so much my own journey. I stopped speaking Mandarin in kindergarten because I was mocked, and now I kick myself because I can't speak Mandarin. But ... my son has learned it and speaks it proudly + fluently! It took a generation.
This is beautiful. 
@jonmchu @ConstanceWu @henrygolding @awkwafina @kenjeong
It isn’t just immigrants. My Apache daughter-in-law knows how it feels when her culture is mocked at Thanksgiving and on Columbus Day.
And her wrist tattoo says Resilient
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