This week’s workout is brought to you by my pent up rage at the state of this country. I’m glad that the consequences of anti-Asian sentiment have finally hit the media, but this didn’t happen overnight. Seeing the news has made me remember every single comment I’ve heard throughout my life - the boys in school who told me I was “hot for an Asian girl”. The men at gas stations who stared at me in my school uniform. The times I’ve been told this is a *compliment*. The guy who walked up to me by the Detroit river and said “love me long time?” I laughed out of reflex, and because it would cause less problems than shoving him in the water. The lovers who have called me “exotic”. The physician in the workroom at the hospital, with MD behind her name, talking about “chinky eyes”. The way my mother brushed it off when I texted her in tears, and said that at least it was a relatively benign comment. How many times has she heard that, I wondered, for her to be conditioned to tune it out? How sick is it that I’m glad my grandma is too old to go grocery shopping so I know she’s safe inside? The little things add up until they convince people that our lives are disposable. I’m so fucking tired. We have to do better. Donate at the link in my bio. #stopasianhate