“You’re so young and pretty. You don’t need all these medications.”
My pharmacist, every time I pick up the prescriptions that keep me out of the ER. I’m a young disabled woman.
I got my hair braided into cornrows after having my hair straightened. A Caucasian boy tells me my hair looks “ghetto and he likes it better straight.” I got really heated and we started having a debate about what is “ghetto.” I won the debate because he basically labeled stereotypical black things as “ghetto” when ghetto isn’t even an adjective and I proved his paradigm of “ghettoness” was half-baked. But at the end of the day it still annoyed me that the natural hair texture God gave me isn’t looked at as beautiful as a straighter hair type.
I noticed that when I eat out and order a Coke, I’m often asked whether I want it to be a diet Coke. I asked some male friends about this and they told me it never happens to them.
Sweden’s culture minister commissions a cake of an African woman, supposedly representing female circumcision.
When I try to explain to people that I am, indeed, a native Hawaiian, people usually either laugh or ask “What are you? Albino?” Yes. Yes I am.
You’ve gained weight!
My cousin’s first words to my mother during my grandmother’s funeral. Made me just angry, very very angry.
I heard this woman on TV say she didn’t feel like a woman because of her weight. I just don’t want you to feel that way.
I’m female, age 7.