First of all, I would like to mention that I am so freaking happy there is a blog about this issue, so thank you so much.  I like fashion. I love fashion. My mom and I have very similar styles in fashion (sometimes) so I like talking about it with her, or talking about the different styles I like. It’s fun. I feel like we’re best of friends when we do that. However, 90{7920e18cf5186565893a18d1f69fa52bf2806dc683a7bfcea51d671d2f7d8125} of the time, the conversation would steer to, “CC that’s cute but those only look good on skinny girls. When fat people wear them, it just looks wrong and not as pretty.“  This is basically what I’ve lived with my entire life and I’m 22 years old now. Every time I mention a …

Coming from a Taiwanese father and Spanish mother has never been simple at all. Mixed languages, mixed families, and of course, mixed principles, cultures, and values. While one side says something, the other contradicts it. Respect to both sides was instilled in me since the moment I could utter a word, so of course it was difficult to know who exactly to listen to. In come my parents: my father was more easy going than my mother, though both had their moments like every parent, or person, does. Food was always either Chinese or Spanish, or sometimes both, and always one of the main dishes was rice, be it white or a combination of vegetables and rice. Whenever family, of either side, came over, it was always …