I can relate. I was also a minority due to some factors in my country of origin. Your prose is beautiful. I may not see my look and root represented in the media (tbh even from the cuisine landscape, they have no soft power compared to other SEAsian countries). But words understand me, writing comforts me. I wrote a prose/poem not quite sure what it's called, about the same topic, that being underprivileged makes it ingrained in me to work extra harder, to "earn" everything because nothing is guaranteed. It's in one of my posts.
Thanks so much for your generous comment Sekar, and I'm sorry you can relate ❤️ There comes a point, doesn't there, when you tire of thinking things might change and you may become visible? Hopping over to read your piece now, it sounds beautiful.
Utterly beautiful writing - I could't stop reading, I felt like I was right there with you as you put these words together. Thank you for sharing such an important yet painful message. We see you and we're lucky to read your words 💜
Thank you so much Harriet! I think it must be something more and more of us feel, especially mid-digital age and with the social media-fuelled loneliness epidemic. Perhaps a thought for another essay!
Michelle, this is so beautiful. You write so poignantly and this is something I'm sure so many of us can relate to in our own ways. Thank you for sharing <3
I got goosebumps reading this very lyrical reflection! Gorgeous writing! I actually read it aloud (to myself) like a poem.
I think a lot of people can relate to the feeling of being invisible for very different reasons. And all these people have different means of feeling alive and seen. I am so glad you found the words and share them to help those who lack the ability to vocalize such complicated feelings!
So much of our lives revolve around finding meaningful ways to live and feel alive. I think I wrote this piece in all of about 20 minutes after work one evening.
I can relate. I was also a minority due to some factors in my country of origin. Your prose is beautiful. I may not see my look and root represented in the media (tbh even from the cuisine landscape, they have no soft power compared to other SEAsian countries). But words understand me, writing comforts me. I wrote a prose/poem not quite sure what it's called, about the same topic, that being underprivileged makes it ingrained in me to work extra harder, to "earn" everything because nothing is guaranteed. It's in one of my posts.
Thanks so much for your generous comment Sekar, and I'm sorry you can relate ❤️ There comes a point, doesn't there, when you tire of thinking things might change and you may become visible? Hopping over to read your piece now, it sounds beautiful.
Utterly beautiful writing - I could't stop reading, I felt like I was right there with you as you put these words together. Thank you for sharing such an important yet painful message. We see you and we're lucky to read your words 💜
Thank you so much Harriet! I think it must be something more and more of us feel, especially mid-digital age and with the social media-fuelled loneliness epidemic. Perhaps a thought for another essay!
Tears.
Michelle, this is so beautiful. You write so poignantly and this is something I'm sure so many of us can relate to in our own ways. Thank you for sharing <3
Thanks so much Soph ❤️
Wow! This was so heartfelt. I can relate a lot to the feeling of being invisible and ignored. It feels like our fault, although it never was.
Thanks Epsita (: it's a shame so many of us feel like this. The digital age has really done a number on us, too. We're sorrrt of seen, but not quite.
I got goosebumps reading this very lyrical reflection! Gorgeous writing! I actually read it aloud (to myself) like a poem.
I think a lot of people can relate to the feeling of being invisible for very different reasons. And all these people have different means of feeling alive and seen. I am so glad you found the words and share them to help those who lack the ability to vocalize such complicated feelings!
Thanks so much Frieda!
So much of our lives revolve around finding meaningful ways to live and feel alive. I think I wrote this piece in all of about 20 minutes after work one evening.