I lead diversity initiatives at Pandora. Every day, I have the privilege to help a beloved company reflect the diversity of its listeners, artists, and local communities.
I'm a self-proclaimed diversity geek who spends 90% of her time thinking about how to use tech as a vehicle to drive equality. I'm a frequent contributor to topics related to diversity in tech and I've been featured at SXSW, on NPR, and in Al Jazeera.
Prior to Pandora, I worked at Facebook. I am also the cofounder and curator of Thick Dumpling Skin and the former publisher of Hyphen magazine.
THICK DUMPLING SKIN
Thick Dumpling Skin is a community forum dedicated to discussing body image issues and eating disorders in the Asian American community. In February 2011, after writing about my unhealthy quest for thinness in an issue of Hyphen, I cofounded the site with actress Lynn Chen. In April 2013, Lynn and I were profiled in Marie Claire magazine. That same year, we were also honored with About Face's Embody Award (Rashida Jones is the 2014 honoree).
From 2008 - 2011, I was the publisher of Hyphen magazine, an award-winning Asian American arts, culture, and politics print magazine + website. I joined the organization in 2007 and doubled the organization's annual budget through development and fundraising efforts that I implemented and supervised. During that same period, Hyphen also doubled its readership.
Prior to joining Pandora, I was an early employee of Facebook and worked on user operations, product operations, and diversity programs (all while running Hyphen). At Facebook, I launched & chaired the AAPIs @ Facebook employee resource group.
Lee is a dynamic speaker and facilitator on social media marketing. She
has a remarkable compassion for helping people in underserved
communities understand the power of new technologies... Lisa is a thought leader of her
generation." - Janice L., Development and Communications Director, Urban Solutions
"Thought Lisa from Pandora was the only panelist that really dug deep to push us on assumptions and the staid programs we've been doing in the past." - Anonymous
Partial list of where I've spoken:
SXSW Interactive '15
UNCF's Social Innovations Summit '14
Udemy's An evening of HR Innovation: How to Foster Workplace Diversity '14
Organization of Chinese Americans National Convention '13
Coming from a Taiwanese father and Spanish mother has never been simple at all. Mixed languages, mixed families, and of course, mixed principles, cultures, and values. While one side says something, the other contradicts it. Respect to both sides was instilled in me since the moment I could utter a word, so of course it was difficult to know who exactly to listen to. In come my parents: my father was more easy going than my mother, though both had their moments like every parent, or person, does. Food was always either Chinese or Spanish, or sometimes both, and always one of the main dishes was rice, be it white or a combination of vegetables and rice. Whenever family, of either side, came over, it was always the same wording, just different language: My god you need to lose weight. I found it rather cynical that that’s one of the only common sayings my two sides of the family had. As a kid, I never gave much attention to what they said about me and my sister, because I was more worried about my scooter or watching the new episode of Cat Dog, but now that I’m older, I’m extremely conscious of my weight and anxious of how the world perceives me, especially since it’s not easy for many to digest my mixed ethnic background. I eat, but do I enjoy the food? Not as a person blessed enough to have a meal should, which adds to my anxiety.
During my teens, where bullies and ignorance ran amok in school, I hated both sides of my ethnicity. I would wish my parents would’ve never met, which would then lead to my nonexistence, therefore I wouldn’t be dealing with what I did then. I would be compared to the other Asian girls at school for not being their size and skin tone, and the Hispanic kids would taunt me for my little eyes and strange last name. The teasing was endless, until I got to high school and found two amazing friends, that while they didn’t have mixed blood, they saw me as a human being and accepted me for who I was, which then made it easier to deal with the questions and leering. I’d talk to my parents about it,though they had enough on their plates as it was, but while one told me to ignore them, the other would say, “You come from two amazing backgrounds, hardworking families, and knowing four languages as you do, you have the upper hand and access to places that they may never have.” What did my knowledge of languages do to stop the body issues I was having? Nothing at all. Where did they find the correlation between the two is beyond me. I always wonder, besides me and my older sister, are there any mixed Asians that face the same problem, be it with weight, bullying, or family dynamics, or are we as strange as others make it seem?
Learning to Love Everything You Are with Body-Positivity Activist @mayaraefe
“#MyStory is a series that spotlights inspiring women in the Instagram community. Join the conversation by sharing your own story. To see more of Mayara’s photos, follow @mayaraefe on Instagram.
(This interview was conducted in Portuguese.)
“#MyStory is about loving yourself, your heritage and your body. It’s about survival and having the freedom to be who you are.” —Mayara Efe (@mayaraefe), a body-positivity activist and plus-sized model from São Paulo, Brazil.
“For years, I suffered from depression. As a black, curvy and gay woman, I didn’t fit into any of society’s boxes. I tried to fit in. I tried to lose weight, and every month I tried to straighten my hair. Then, when I still didn’t feel like my life had any great possibilities, I tried suicide. During my recovery from depression, I discovered feminism and realized that I could do anything, regardless of my skin color or weight. I started to post photos that my grandmother would take of me. People began sharing these images, saying I was photogenic and recommending me for modeling jobs. This is how I became a plus-sized model.
I don’t want other girls or women to have to go through the same thing I did in order to learn to love themselves. I learned the hard way that the only way to be happy is to hold your head up high and have the maximum amount of love and respect for yourself.”
Love this message by Mayara.
Podcast 6: I Didn't Know Not Wanting to Know Your Weight Was an Option
First of all, I would like to mention that I am so freaking happy there is a blog about this issue, so thank you so much.
I like fashion. I love fashion. My mom and I have very similar styles in fashion (sometimes) so I like talking about it with her, or talking about the different styles I like. It’s fun. I feel like we’re best of friends when we do that. However, 90% of the time, the conversation would steer to, “CC that’s cute but those only look good on skinny girls. When fat people wear them, it just looks wrong and not as pretty.“
This is basically what I’ve lived with my entire life and I’m 22 years old now. Every time I mention a food I like, she’ll say, “What DONT you like?” or “You like fattening foods” (referencing to the fact that she thinks I’m fat and therefore must like fattening foods). This has caused me to become incredibly cautious in what I say when I express my opinions around my family members: basically, I don’t say anything. Then they think I’m being distant or pessimistic or just being a bitch and giving an attitude because I don’t want to participate in the conversation and family activity. They don’t understand why I hate going shopping with them when I love shopping with my friends. I hate going shopping with them because they’ll start dressing up my sister and complimenting her on how everything looks good on her because she’s young and skinny, then they’ll look at me and go, “Why don’t you choose something?” or “CC it makes me angry that you’re just standing there feeling uncomfortable. That’s why you should lose weight so appa (dad) can buy clothing for you. There’s none in your size so I can’t buy you shit.“
My dad at one point even said to me, "CC, I don’t even take you to dinner invites from my friends because I’m ashamed to show you to my friends. It hurts me that they’ll comment about your weight.” The saddest part is that he said this to be sincere and nice, to encourage me to lose weight, when really all it did was make my depression worse. The most unfortunate thing with my family is that they all do this with good intentions and when those good intentions are stripped to show that they’re actually harmful and wrong, they get angry and upset because “Well you’re fat, so that’s why we say these mean things."
Even writing this down - it makes me want to cry right now, because for them its temporary. It’s just the present situation. For me, I remember that at night, in my sleep, when I wake up, when I go near a clothing store, when I pass a clothing store, when I see another girl in class on her laptop looking through a Forever21 website. It stays with me and they don’t realize how hurtful it is. But when I tell them that, the response is usually, "Well it’s not like what we said wasn’t the truth” or “You know we only say that because we’re worried about your health.” or “If you don’t want to hear that, then why don’t you just lose weight?”
When they say stuff like that, who am I to argue? Who am I to argue to a person who is saying these things for the benefit of my health?
What can i say to that? I say that it still hurts? Then they’ll say to just lose weight. So when I can’t control what I eat, I feel like the only person I can blame is myself for not having enough self control, although i know its more than that. I’m a nutrition science major. I know it’s more than that. I know the proper way to eat, the proper way to exercise. And yet, still, when it comes to myself, I’m at a complete loss. I can tell the truth to others to help them about their body issues and eating styles and yet when it comes to myself, i can’t convince myself the same.
Looking through my old pictures, I was always a chubby faced child with pudgy thighs and a soft belly. To my Chinese parents, I was an adorable baby and toddler with pinchable cheeks and a voracious appetite for their home-cooked meals. They grew up in China during a time of food scarcity and wanted nothing more than to make sure their daughter had enough to eat. My mother fed me hot dogs, french fries, and ice cream to my heart’s content because these were seen as luxuries that only the middle class could afford.
Then puberty hit during middle school, which is when they expected my baby fat to naturally melt off. Except it stayed and was joined by the development of larger hips and thighs. My parents, both naturally thin in their youth, started monitoring my food intake, even going as far as to move the meat dishes closer to my brother’s side at the dinner table, far enough that I had trouble reach it with my eager chopsticks. In high school, when having a car and driving to school became an option, my father offered to buy me a new car if I lost fifteen pounds. They kept driving home the message until I took it upon myself the summer before my freshman year of college to lose weight.
Over the course of 3.5 years, I lost 35 pounds, a considerable amount when you consider my five feet tall frame. Now I hover a little above 100 pounds, a healthy weight to be sure, but I’m forever stuck with an unhealthy mindset. I can’t enjoy food. I hate eating out because I have no idea what’s in the meal I just ordered. Since I’m still tracking every calorie I eat, I despise restaurants that don’t post calorie counts (even though they’re probably wildly inaccurate). When friends want to grab dinner and a drink, I do mental calculations to see if I can still fit in calories from lunch.
I don’t know if this is an eating disorder or just disordered eating, but I can’t say that I’m convinced I’m any healthier than I was when I was 35 pounds heavier. The tracking and pre-planning take up so much of my attention each day, and I’m afraid I’ll be thinking this way until the day I die. There’s no lesson or message to my story, but I do wonder if I’d be this way if my parents hadn’t pushed dieting so much.
I was wondering what you and the community thought about this article. It has been on my mind a lot recently as I see more Asian foods in popular press when I used to get teased for eating “weird Asian stuff.”
Eating disorders historically have been associated with heterosexual, white females, but recent studies are beginning to shed light on the prevalence of eating disorders in all demographics, hopefully helping to eradicate the stigma associated with its sufferers.
Thinking that mixed race people are more attractive?
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://yoisthisracist.com/post/136125084238/thinking-that-mixed-race-people-are-more">yoisthisracist</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>Look, I get that your heart is pretty much in the right place, but how about we stop using race as any kind of signifier for attractiveness, it isn’t true, and it’s the basis for all kinds of racist bullshit.<br/></p></blockquote><p></p>
I’m a teen. I’m medically healthy. But inside, I’ve been battling emotional eating, self-hatred, bingeing, the usual lot. It’s been largely triggered by my ballet dancing, which pits my short, muscular Chinese legs against the willowy white archetype. I’m too ashamed to confide in my parents, who for years, I listened to make casual fat jokes about my sister, “the fat one”. I was always “the skinny one”. I hate myself. I hate fat people. I know it’s wrong and unhealthy and terrible, but I’m stuck. I want to quit dancing. My culture denies my mental problems, shames eating disorders.
This body image project asked 11 female and 8 male graphic designers worldwide to photoshop one man’s picture - to represent what would be considered “attractive” in their country.
Fueled in part by the media and popular culture, men around the world may feel even more body image–related pressure than women do – pressure to be stronger or slimmer or more muscular. Our goal with this project is to fuel a revolution: to spark real change about body image, to empower people to prioritize health above appearance, and to promote body confidence around the world.
In 2008 I was going on year 3 of eating disorder therapy, relapsing every week with a binge, followed by anorexic behavior. I hated my body. I hated my career. I blamed my body for failures in show business and my inability to get pregnant. I believed success in both of those realms would make me happy.
I hated my life. I was depressed.
I began writing letters to different parts of my body. They were for nobody to read but myself, until now. They were incredibly helpful for me in my recovery. I’ve decided to publish these letters because my life, 8 years later, couldn’t be more different. My relationship with food has completely changed. I have embraced the decision I’ve made with my husband to never have children. And I consider myself a happy, successful person – yet none of the things I dreamed for myself in 2008 ever came true.
Here I was trying my best to see the light in my darkest times. When I re-read them, I hear the voice of someone I no longer know, someone I’m glad to no longer be. And yet, I’m grateful to her.
You can read the letters over at The Actor’s Diet today, in honor of the last day of NEDAwareness Week.
I’m Korean-American, and I feel a lot of pressure from my community to lose weight. I can’t find a boyfriend because I get so conscious about my appearance that I avoid talking to men altogether. My question is to any of the men who follow this blog, how would you feel if your girlfriend wasn’t thin? Does it really matter as much as my family says it does?
Short answer: No, it shouldn’t matter.
However, I can relate to your situation. As a child of Pilipino immigrants, I’ve had similar experiences dealing with commentary from parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. They tell me I’m gaining too much weight, yet compliment me on being tall or on having light skin. It’s as if certain physical qualities (which I can’t really control) are things to be proud… or ashamed… of. Not to defend this tradition of body-shaming from family, but I also understand that these beauty standards have come from centuries of western propaganda and residual effects of colonization.
This perception of “beauty” is everywhere we look. And when you come from an immigrant family trying to assimilate and live the “American Dream,” you experience this more than most. We see this in television commercials for home exercise equipment and diet programs. We see this in magazine ads for health clubs and weight loss supplements. And we see this in the cosmetic aisle at the mall, locally and oversees. Although it’s difficult to not let it affect us, being conscious enough not to pass on these type of beliefs to other people you care about is the best solution I could come up with.
As for the pressure of finding a partner, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. It may sound cliché, but there is no rush to get involved. Do what makes you feel good. Do what makes you happy. The rest will fall into place. And if you decide to take steps towards losing weight, do it because you want to, not because you think it’ll please other people. What matters most is that you feel comfortable and confident in your own skin without thinking twice about what others say.
On more of a personal level, my wife and I have known each other since we were little kids. Our fathers were friends back in the Philippines, but we never thought of each other more than just the boy/girl next door. It wasn’t until 20+ years later that we got reacquainted through our mutual friends’ wedding. Nothing was planned. I wasn’t swiping left on a phone app or scoping out the scene at a bar. We weren’t judging each other because of our appearances. If anything, the familiarity and comfort that we brought each other held more stock than our physical attributes. And when I got to learn more about her, the more I fell in love with her her kind heart, her consciousness and her passion for social justice. To me, these are the things that set apart someone who is deemed ‘pretty’ or ‘handsome’ with someone who is beautiful.
I’ll leave you with this thought. Love happens when you least expect it. When you find the right person, you’ll know they’re the right person because they’ll have you feeling like Musiq Soulchild:
“I’ll love you when your hair turns grey, girl. I’ll still want you if you gained a little weight. The way I feel for you will always be the same, just as long as your love don’t change.”
Jerome Atendido (@JeromeAtendido) is an Account Executive at Pandora where he works with local and national advertisers on building their company’s digital marketing campaigns. Prior to Pandora, Jerome has worked at various radio and television stations throughout Northern California, including 106 KMEL, KOFY TV20 and 99.7 NOW.
Jerome is a graduate of San Francisco State University where he majored in Radio and Television, as well as a product of Youth Radio where he was a student and peer teacher. Jerome is married to his best friend Melanie and loves learning how to be a rad dad to their beautiful baby girl, Audre Grace.
Nominate a Champion of Change for Asian American and Pacific Islander Art and Storytelling
Artists and advocates, through their unique channels and distinct platforms, have played a critical role in telling powerful stories, increasing awareness around key AAPI issues, and encouraging diversity and inclusion in all sectors of society. As a part of this year’s AAPI Heritage Month, the White House Initiative on AAPIs will convene AAPI leaders and allies to highlight the accomplishments of AAPI artists and advocates.
In coordination with these efforts, the White House will honor Champions of Change for AAPI art and storytelling who have raised the visibility of diverse AAPI experiences and created dialogue around issues the community faces. The Champions of Change program honors individuals doing extraordinary things to empower and inspire members of their communities.
Nominees may include:
Storytellers who have included and continue to include AAPI characters in their films, television shows, and literature to address pressing issues, including immigration, civil rights, economic opportunity, health, diversity and inclusion, and more;
Poets and spoken word artists who highlight AAPI experiences in their work in order to advance pressing issues, including immigration, civil rights, economic opportunity, health, diversity and inclusion, and more;
Musicians who use music as a tool to bring national attention to issues facing the AAPI community, including immigration, civil rights, economic opportunity, health, diversity and inclusion, and more.
Nominate a Champion of Change by midnight on Wednesday, March 9, 2016. Be sure to select “AAPI Art and Storytelling” as your “Theme of Service” on the nomination form.
We had no idea we’d speak at colleges all across the country…
…and on TV.
We DEFINITELY had no idea Sandra Oh would one day be a fan.
We started this blog because we knew we felt culturally isolated in our body image struggles, and we wanted to find out if that was true. 5 years later, we know for sure we are not alone. Check out the archives to see all that we’ve done together over the last 5 years.
Thank you for your continued support of our site as it evolves and grows, for sharing your stories (click here to contribute) and getting vulnerable with us.
Happy Valentine’s Day! It’s also our 5th birthday on the 16th; it would be the greatest gift to us if you could show some love by subscribing, rating, and leaving a (nice) review on iTunes to our podcast. We just recorded a new one and it’ll be up soon!
I think positive body image encompasses all of it – not just the “Rah rah rah I love my body” stuff but also the days when we don’t want to embrace every part of ourselves. That’s okay, too. I think the acknowledgement of the up/down nature of it all is the acceptance, and what I strive to remember every day.
Try to be as kind to your body as you are to other’s bodies.
We see blemishes, imperfections, fat rolls, and cellulite on others and think nothing of it at all. We don’t give a second thought, or if we do, it’s sometimes because we think they look better with these “flaws” then we do.
What we don’t realize is that we are that person being looked at to someone else. We are the person who they think looks better than them.
Love this Instagram on the #idealasianbody feed - share yours by tagging @dumplingskin @fightingobesity!
My #IdealAsianBody is not a destination but a journey.
It’s easy to subscribe to the “ideal” look. I have definitely ran blindly towards that image, but slowing down and walking off that path, I’m finding fields of flowers. I can see how history blooms in and on my body. And perhaps, if I take a step back and observe, I would find that I am my own #IdealAsianBody.
As easy as it is to write that, it’s not quite the same in practice. Especially for someone living in hyphenated spaces. I feel hatred for my body more often than I do love.
They say traveling opens your mind. Maybe exploring the curves and valleys on my body can be #justasgood.
The healthiest way I have to cope is through writing. Have a poem about my wobbly journey with body image that accompanies the pic: http://bit.ly/1ZIi7GQ.
As someone who still struggles with putting my demons to rest, thank you @dumplingskin and @fightingobesity for opening this space. And also @connieklim for dope music that inspires~
I was a skinny child. My relatives would always coo at me to “eat more, eat more” while simultaneously reassuring me that at least I would have a “pretty” body when I grew older. “She has a fast metabolism,” they’d say. “She’ll be pretty when she grows up.” Unfortunately, I haven’t quite fulfilled my relatives’ expectations. After hitting puberty and gaining weight in all the expected places, I gave myself up for “chubby” and resigned myself to wearing unflattering clothes to hide my “fat.” This resulted in even worse body issues, which in turn resulted in an unhealthy relationship with food. I’d force down copious amounts of carbohydrates, somehow both relishing and hating the feeling of being full to the point of nausea. After a few weeks of overeating, I’d combat the bloating and inevitable weight gain with restrictive dieting, sometimes eating no more than a bowl of soup and some fruit per day.
I could very well say that binging and purging has overrun my life. The weight gain has taken a toll on my confidence and social life, and the lethargy and near-starvation has negatively affected my performance in school.
I’m still on the path to recovery, but I feel optimistic about the future. Being active in the online community has helped me realize that my story is not uncommon. Some of the same forces that affect my favorite bloggers and Internet celebrities are responsible for my eating habits–pressure to look a certain way as an Asian American female, pressure to follow the doctor-lawyer-accountant prototype, pressure to keep up the facade that everything’s perfectly ok. While in my family it’s an unspoken rule that issues such as depression and disordered eating are private, I’ve recently opened up to my parents and discovered that my mother experienced her share of food woes in college. I’ve also met a boy who’s both understanding and supportive of my journey. This past year has marked such amazing progress for me, and I can only hope for the same this coming year.
We always say that body image and eating disorders is a larger extension of one’s overall physical and mental health. Did you know that college age and senior Asian and Asian American women are at greater risk of living with depression or attempting suicide?
Starting next Tuesday, January 19th, please join the White House Initiative on Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders and community groups for a week of action to help Asian American and Pacific Islanders (AAPIs) across the country #GetCovered through the Health Insurance Marketplace. Get involved in-person and online as we remind the AAPI community to take control of their #AAPIhealth and #GetCovered!
My name is Nicole Tan and I will turn 20 this year. I am from Singapore and currently an undergraduate. Since I was a kid, I have always been chubby or as my parents would kindly put it, “big-boned” which I don’t exactly deny, my build is definitely bigger than most Asians. My parents loved me as I was and I never thought of myself as different from my friends or peers until I went to primary school. This one incident that happened when I was 7 (which I still very vividly recall up till today), scarred me for life. I was sitting by myself on staircase watching some of my friends playing and suddenly this one kid ran up to me and said: “You look at yourself and look at the rest of us. You are fat.” In addition to that, when I was 11, I ate a lot of rice due to poor nutritional education and gained a lot of weight. Looking back at all my school photo-taking day, it’s pretty apparent I was at least 1.5X bigger than my classmates and it didn’t help I was not exactly tall.
When I was 16 and studying for a final examination that was extremely stressful on me, I overate every meal and would have almost 4 meals a day, all of which would be fast food or Chinese food (which involved a lot of rice). Needless to say, I gained a lot of weight that year to the extent I fell under the quota for “Extremely Overweight”. It never struck me as that severe until the letter from the Health Promotion Board arrived to drop by the hospital for a check-up. I was so terrified I never went despite the letter being sent twice. So the following year, I decided to lose weight for good.
I wish I could say that I lost weight the right way but instead I resorted to extreme measures by fasting and subsequently fad diets. I grew scared of food and obsessed over the number on the scale each morning as well as the number of calories I consumed each day. In addition to eating very little, I made sure to run almost everyday or skip rope. Eventually with this routine, I did manage to lose quite a lot of weight where my classmates would comment behind my back about how much weight I had lost. That only spurred me to be more motivated.
When I was 18, I went to a private school and became close friends with a girl that suffered from anorexia. We ended up becoming very nervous about our diets and as we grew closer, our fear of food did too.
Somehow along the way, around the time of late 2014 to the whole of 2015, a new uprising of plus-sized awareness was sweeping across social media and slowly enough, I became more accepting of my body. I wasn’t plus-sized but I was in between plus-sized and average. I tried to change my friend and bring us to recovery and it did work for a while but as I learned, it was not something that could be achieved overnight or by a stipulated timing; it was going to take some work. I never got to accomplish that goal, we drifted apart by May of 2015.
When I started using Tinder, I was so afraid that when I met guys from online, they would be disappointed by me in real life and feel like they have been shortchanged by my pictures. It really affected me when I didn’t get second dates or got rejected after first dates; I would always attribute my failure to my looks, more so on my body than my face. Even those who I never met in real life, have insulted me. Once, I was spotted by someone I had matched on Tinder and he told me online after he saw me that I “was fat, get over it”. Another one told me that he thought I was quite a catch after talking to me for a while but once I changed my profile picture from a face one to a full-body one, he told me that I was not what he expected and “guessed he was wrong” about me being a catch.
I did think about it, why was I so focused on losing weight. If I were to subtract the obvious reason of a slim body being the ideal image in society, I would be left with a reason many Asian countries fail to include: our culture. Asian women are always portrayed as svelte, slim and delicate. Skin as white as snow with seductive slits for eyes and long straight black hair. In many South-East Asian countries, this is not the norm; although the silhouette of many girls would indeed be slim and slender. Compared to the majority, I would stick out quite a bit with my bigger build, tan skin and brown curly hair. In addition to that, I have round but long eyes, a small nose and a thick but very defined cupid bow for lips. A classic Oriental beauty I am not. When I wanted to buy a Cheongsam (a traditional Chinese dress) in Chinatown, my mother discouraged me and instead suggested I should have one tailor-made to accommodate my body type which was pretty much a euphemism to prevent any embarrassment.
My story has no satisfying conclusion, but if it consoles my readers, I now make an active effort to eat healthfully and exercise regularly while allowing myself chocolate and cake. I can’t say that I have stopped sporadically fasting or feel on edge when I have been eating too much but I can safely say that I have learned how to mute that nagging voice at the back of my head when I get too anxious. What I need to emphasize is the need to communicate feelings to people you trust about your concerns and know that self-improvement can only be effective after self-love.
Nicole Tan | Singapore
Nicole Tan is currently an undergraduate, is passionate about helping others and hopes to be accepted to graduate medical school. She lives in Singapore with her miniature schnauzer and reads political commentary to destress.
Lisa Lee and Lynn Chen teamed up to speak on prevailing body issues, specifically within the Asian community on their blog, Thick Dumpling Skin. Topics like dieting, body shaming, and other societal/cultural struggles are addressed on a public platform by the duo to spread visibility and body-positivity.
LisaLee leads diversity programs at Pandora and is a self-proclaimed diversity geek who spends 90% of her time thinking about a more equitable society. She is a frequent speaker on topics related to diversity in tech and has been featured at SXSW, on NPR, and in Al Jazeera.
Prior to Pandora, Lisa started her career in tech as one of the early employees at Facebook. During her seven years there, she led initiatives in user operations, product operations, and diversity.
Passionate about Asian American issues, Lisa founded and chaired the Facebook AAPI Employee Resource Group, is formerly the publisher of Hyphen magazine, and cofounded positive body image site ThickDumplingSkin.com.
Lisa graduated from UC Berkeley in Mass Communications and Theatre & Performance Studies. She also serves on the board of Asian Americans for Civil Rights and Equality. You can follow her at @rrrlisarrr and at misslisalee.com.