monolids,

Shout out to everyone with monolids, your eyes are beautiful. All of you with eyelashes that grow down because of your lids and uneven eyelids and small eyes are beautiful. All of you who were made fun of for your eyes or called racial slurs because of them or had people pull their eyes back to imitate you are beautiful. Anyone who says you’d look better with double lids or should get surgery is wrong. You and your monolids fucking rock.

Here’s another thing I want to share for #asianinvasion. I’m Chinese. My parents are from Beijing. These are my eyes–without eyeliner, without mascara. My natural eyes. Notice they don’t have the eyelid crease so common with others not of East Asian heritage. It’s called an epicanthic fold, also known as monolids. 

Growing up in America with this characteristic was a challenging experience–constant frustrations of not being able to do my makeup like all my other white friends and what’s shown in beauty magazines, not thinking I wasn’t pretty because I didn’t have eyes like everyone else (it wasn’t until I was 24 that someone told me my eyes were pretty, and meant it. 24!), having to deal with racist caricatures of East Asians and their “small eyes” and other derogatory racist terms, and the pressure of double-eyelid surgery–something I and many others have to put up with, such as news anchor Julie Chen (who was told by her boss that she looked too “Chinese” to be a news anchor in America. Now ain’t that fucked up. She ended up getting the surgery though, but the fact that she was given that ultimatum was ridiculous)

I had the opportunity to get such a surgery done one summer in China when I was in high school, but I declined. By then I had started to wonder, What’s so wrong with my eyes anyway? Aren’t these the eyes of all the emperors and empresses who ruled China; the eyes of scholars and farmers and soldiers who advanced the country into an unstoppable force; the eyes of my mother and grandmother–two very inspirational women in my life? These are also eyes that are solely unique to parts of East Asia, and damn right I’m proud of my heritage.

I think my eyes are beautiful. They’re what I observe the world out of; what I use to study biology and research cancer; what lets me watch movies and read books and scroll through Tumblr; what allows me to see those I love smile and grow. They are the result of millions of years of evolution and an intricate pattern of cells that allow me to see light and color, sunsets and shooting stars, crystal structures of proteins and perfectly aligned standard curves and that damn frog meme that may never go away. 

I’ll never be able to achieve that “perfect” winged-liner shown in youtube videos, but my eye make-up isn’t an important part of who I am. My heritage is though, and with it comes my natural eyes with their epicanthic folds, and they’re not something that I need to be ashamed of because of Western culture deciding what is and what isn’t accepted as beautiful. 

Here’s what I look like with my standard eye-make-up on. Still rockin those lids! wow i really need to trim my unruly bangs

To other East Asians out there with epicanthic folds–you’re gorgeous. Don’t let the Western concept of beauty tell you otherwise. 

(I also just stumbled across monolidlove, a blog dedicated to loving our monolids, with reblogs of make-up inspirations and other gorgeous people like us. (I really would’ve loved something like that when I was younger tbh, so please spread the word!))

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I’m so sorry for getting this out a couple days later than I said I would. I hope you can forgive me!

JHope would be more of  an I’m-going-to-make-my-baby-feel-better type of person than an I’m-gonna-go-fight-this-little-bitch type of person

~Admin Red

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For most of my life I have been embarrassed about my monolids. I’m from Japan where most of our celebrities have wide eyes and double lids, and the celebrities who are considered “most beautiful” are usually noticed for their big beautiful eyes. In my teenage years, I sometimes cried myself to sleep after looking at pictures of Hamasaki Ayumi or Matsushima Nanako and wishing I could have been born with beautiful big eyes like them. Every time I looked in the mirror I felt so ugly. I even considered surgery at one time.


But as I grew older I realized I was focusing too much on my eyes,and nobody else seemed to have a problem with them. My friends think I’m beautiful and I have had boyfriends in the past who thought I was beautiful too. I now have a gorgeous husband and a beautiful daughter who has eyes just like mine, and I look at her every day and see this amazing young person who has a little piece of me inside her, and it makes me want to cry. But they are no longer tears of sorrow. They are tears of happiness.

ML: This is such a beautiful, touching, heartfelt story. So happy for you! Your lil darling is adorable! x