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Typing from a Type A, strives of being a bad bitch.



Showing posts with label Started from the Bottom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Started from the Bottom. Show all posts

Monday, December 17, 2018

Hyperflex

I’m Amy and I’m a 3rd generation Asian American woman, born and raised in San Francisco. The Sunset district was my childhood upbringing, where I hung out with the neighboring kids back in the 1990s. 

My fashion choices are based on how the clothing makes me feel: expressive, relaxed, confident, and fresh. I especially love that streetwear is now in a place that embraces gender fluidity so Tomboys like me are less viewed as outliers but as females that are saucey flexers =)

I grew up in a low-income family, so I was only allowed 1 new pair of sneaker a year and it was conditional; I had to bring home only A’s and Bs. So I did not get to own retro pairs until I became the self-made person I am now.Throughout my growing pains, I’ve been able to reflect and retain that I value having fly shit because it enhances my self-assurance. Lol this however influenced my sneaker obsession which range from SBs, Jordan’s, and Air Maxes.

Lastly my IG is: Hellakicks415. I post when I feel like sharing so it’s a causally managed page. I was also interviewed for a “Spike Lee Lil Joint” a couple of years ago. It was for my opinion on Stephon Marbury’s new $15 kicks, and the interview took place at Sneakercon in Santa Clara. Check my teeny tiny response at 11:16 minutes https://theundefeated.com/videos/15-kicks/

What I cherish about being chosen for the interview is that the film maker wanted a female perspective. She explained that the sneaker culture is a highly male dominated taste and she wanted a female perspective to showcase. 

Overall, I’m a person who believes that self-care through my daily style choices is the best way to embrace self-love. Once you become aware of your worth, you can do all things. 


Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Day My God Died. 07.13.03

How does a decade feel like last night? My heart still aches and I hold back tears from the pain of missing my father. I deal with it in healthier ways nowadays and I am thankful that my binge alcoholic habit has been killed and I'll toast to kale juice instead. I hold memories of my dad's morals, sayings, temperament reactions as I bleed my dads traits and I do the right thing as he'd want me to. That's the only way he's still a part of my life. 10 years ago at his workplace memorial, I was overwhelmed by the caring support from kind strangers. One lady had a moment with me and told me that even though he's not here, I can still be strong and do good for my life and make him proud of that. I took her advice and my spirit ran and ran and continues to run the infinite marathon of life. I'm not sure how different my life as just Amy would have evolved...would I have finished college? Would I still be friends with my enemies? Would my cynicism still exist? Over the years since my dad left, I've built the will to go hard all day. And its my experience with losing my family that drives me to climb. So even though I do wonder the "what if's", it makes sense that the universe has conspired for me to go through some Kite Runner shit and enforce the lessons that transformed me into a person that does not take shit for granted.

Psychology has suggested that girls like guys that share similar attributes to their fathers. I think that some of that is true and that some of the guys I dated were just stretch marks to their mothers' bodies. Luckily I found my love and I know my dad approves. He's my Space Oddity, hero, best friend and lifeline, like my dad. He respects me and values me as his rarity. My dad would have been happy for me. And though I'll always mourn my loss as faded pictures & memories are a constant, I will abide to the promise made for my father on the day he was called home.


My life Started from the bottom and I'm still here.