I was driving back from the grocery store with my window down and my arm on the ledge. The wind was blowing up my cuff, and rolling the edge back, almost folding it over. I was reminded of a woman I dated in college, who “taught” me to cuff my sweatshirt sleeves. I say “taught” because as a little kid, my parents would do that for my jackets to make sure my hands wouldn’t be covered up, since I was small.
As I got older, like a teenager, I stopped doing it, because it looks “lame.” And it highlights the fact that you’re small. (As if all the kids didn’t know I was short anyways). When I went to college, I met a lot of other Asian Americans and grew to find an acceptance into a community where I “looked” like I belonged. This woman I dated was about 4’11” and she had a lot of the same clothing size related issues I did. And even though my sweatshirts were cuffed, it sure looked better than massively bunched up sleeves! Anyway, my college experience was a growth period for me as an Asian American, where I began to get comfortable in my skin.
What happens when you grow up as a minority Asian in your community and school? If it is anything like me, you grow up as the smallest kid in your class. Always in the front for the class picture. Too small to play during recess with the kids in your class. Always losing in 1 on 1 basketball. Always losing at tetherball, cuz you can’t ever reach the ball to get your chance to swing it. Always getting denied at the school dances cuz you come up to the girls’ armpits. Can’t go out for football cuz your too small (rules out your chances with the cheerleaders). I guess you can always study hard and try for the smart chicks. High school. Hard time for everyone actually. I did eventually date a cheerleader, though…
Anyway, it’s funny how a simple event like a wind draft up your sleeve can trigger a flood of memories and experiences.