I'm hapa, so lunchbox moments were a large part of my childhood except it never happened at school. At school I ate school lunches but every once in a while I'd bring leftovers from home in order to save my lunch money for whatever toy; when I did this, either no one cared or someone would want to trade for my "super saiyan food" (there were a lot of DBZ fans when I was growing up and they just notice the rice).

At home, my mom cooked either western or Indian food (my dad is English but lived in India for a portion of his life, so Indian food is the only non-western food he'd eat) for dinner every day but 2-4 times a week she would cook two meals for dinner, western food and Filipino food. Whenever those nights came around my little sister and I would eat mostly or exclusively filipino because we liked it more. My dad made snide comments about it all the time, telling us we should eat potatos like normal people and would randomly go off about how it is food for uncivilized people. My sister ended up becoming anorexic and bulimic, struggling through eating disorders for over a decade (good news: she hasn't relapsed in three years, ever since she had a religious epiphany while on acid). I went the other way, eating the western meals at dinner to avoid getting bullied but ate filipino leftovers either after my dad went to sleep or after the next school day before he got home from work. I've been fat since as long as I can remember, but nowadays that shit is straight cause I'm shedding pounds like a snake sheds skin. My dad is also less of a dickbag ever since my sister started forcing him to go to church with her, which is good.