Being Different

When I was in elementary school, I hated being different. Not only did I look different than all the little blond hair, blue eyed kids; I had a very different name (coupled with the last name “Ho,”) and I brought weird food like dried seaweed and octopus for snacks. For a long time, being one of only a handful of Asian kids in my city, meant merciless teasing, taunts and racists jokes on a daily basis.

It took many, many, many years to get to a point where none of that bothered me anymore. In fact, it has only been within the last 5 or 6 years that I truly decided that being different was not only okay, but a commodity. Especially after starting my business.

Now, I love being different. I love that my name is unique, although, I probably will never go back to my maiden name, but hey, I might someday; I still like weird food and racist jokes and teasing don’t bother me one bit. And as I get older, as an added benefit, I look much younger than I actually am. And looking back, that alone was worth all the teasing I had to endure 😉

(Saw this on Pinterest a while back and it made me laugh because it’s totally true!)

 

 

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