This was a common question for me at school growing up. While everyone else was eating their peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I would usually be eating noodles or rice. And to be honest, I hated it. I hated being different from the rest of the kids at school. I hated getting laughed at for my food, for the size of my eyes, and many other Asian stereotypes.
As I grew older, I began to care about it less and less. I even started joining in on the racial comments and jokes towards myself as a way to cope with the bullying. However, that all ended in eight grade when one of my best friends at the time made a racial joke towards me. I was absolutely flabbergasted. Holding back burning tears in the back of