I (18m, turning 19m this July) have an older sister named Mika (27f). Mika and I are half-French/White, half-South-Korean and on our Korean side, our mother comes from Japan (google "Zainichi Korean"). For this reason, we used to suffer from identity issues, and Mika went through more bullying/stereotyping than me because she's more Korean/Japanese-passing (we don't live in the US if that matters).
Last week, Mika visited me and our parents from the big city she moved to after university, so that we could all go camping for the weekend (this past weekend). After I wrote my last exam, she picked me up from my university and we went shopping at the stores for stuff for our camping trip. While we were shopping, Mika decided to drag me to the athletic store and she wanted to buy a sports bra (we were signed up to run a half-marathon on one day of our camping trip). I got grossed out because she wanted me to wait just outside the changing rooms and tell her my opinions on the bras she picked out.
On our camping trip, we met up with some family friends and two boys, both 14 years old. The boys used to openly crush on Mika and they thought she was an anime girl, and they still do say that she looks like a particular anime girl (it's funny because I actually agree with them). For the half-marathon, my sister wore nothing but her thin-strap racerback sports bra and her basketball shorts. She's a natural athlete and played basketball during college so she finished in the upper tier, and before hitting the showers, she sat and waited in our family van (the two of us agreed to meet up there to tell each other our times). After I crossed the finishing line, I went to the van, and I found my sister on her knees just outside the van. She was sobbing and holding her sports bra straps with her hands; one of the straps was ripped in half. It turned out that those same two 14 year old boys sneaked their way to the van and they did stuff with Mika, including snipping her bra's strap with some scissors. All I could do was get on the ground with her and hold her face in my hands and console her.
For the rest of the night, she had trouble speaking through her tears but she did tell me (she didn't ask, she told me) to sleep in her tent with her for the night. I agreed, but she didn't want to take a post-marathon shower. She also didn't want to change out of her sports bra and shorts and when I asked her if she minded putting on a shirt, she crossed her arms around her chest and started retching (she didn't want anything to touch her skin at all). By like 1AM, I just couldn't handle the smell of her sweat and her crying noises. In the end I ended up just going back to my own tent, being reminded of how I did her a favour by going bra-shopping with her, and when I woke up in the morning and headed to Mika's tent, I saw her still awake and crying, and there was vomit on her tent floor. By this point she wasn't bothering to hold her sports bra's strap together with her hand. The trip ended right then and there and my family left our family friends and we headed home.