Korean Beauty Standards Made Me Hate My Face. My Father Helped Me Love It.
I was eight years old when my grandmother first told me I should get plastic surgery. Or rather, she told my mother, “I think Carol should get a nose job.” My mother laughed it off. I pretended I wasn’t listening, but I took away two lessons: Even my loved ones saw flaws in me, and I could alter those features if I wanted. I never … Continue reading Korean Beauty Standards Made Me Hate My Face. My Father Helped Me Love It.