As a biracial Southeast Asian and white kid, my affinity for beauty first began when my mom took me to a locally-owned beauty supply shop. I remember being mesmerized by the array of cosmetics that lined the shelves. Fascinated, I watched each customer’s eyes gleam as they swatched countless rouges in an attempt to decide on a lip color. As they landed on the perfect ones, they smiled, looking into the mirror – and it was then that I understood the power of beauty. But growing up in a small Southern town, most of my peers were white, and I spent most of my adolescence using beauty to chase after an unrealistic and impossible standard of white beauty.