Strange how falsely echoed the dichotomy between East and West was while growing up, seeing only the pallid, heavily-lidded faces of Caucasians on television. These images settled in my mind as desirable: they were each stars, magnificent and bright. And we, we manifested as lumps of coal raised with aspirations of milky skin, so sought after by my own mother. The hermetic upbringing of my sister and I spurred fancies of stuffed animals for friends and normalcy built around TV...