The next person who says "chinita" to me is going to get a punch in the face.
Some days I feel like a thing on display. A friend would talk of how people fetishized her. The main problem here being some people don't have the luxury of anonymity. In the people who are constantly faceless - the people neglected and actively devalued in society there lies a childlike demand for attention. Their very existence screams " Notice me!" And encounter with the dehumanization of these individuals forces our callousness.
I on the other hand, seek the quiet existence where people only gave me notice when I consent. I can't ever completely blend in with a crowd and part of me enjoys it before it becomes exhausting and relentless.
I can't completely ignore my feminininity