It’s funny, all my white friends were like, “Let’s go to Burma on vacation!” And I was like, “Ugh….” But eventually, I went to Burma kind of hoping to find some part of myself I thought was missing. I’m pretty ambiguous-looking. Growing up, many people in the Bay Area assumed I was Latina. Later, I went to Burma with my mom to see our family we hadn’t ever met. I wanted to feel like, “These are my people.” But I didn’t get that. I was taller and fatter than a lot of people there.
Source: latimes.com – Los Angeles Times