I (18m, turning 19m this summer) have an older sister who I usually call by Yuki (27f) (it’s not her real name but it’s a shortening of her middle name). Yuki and I are half-French/White, half-South-Korean. On our Korean side, our mother comes from Japan (google "Zainichi Korean"). For this reason, we used to suffer from huge identity issues because our identities are multi-layered. Yuki went through more racism than me because she's more Korean/Japanese-passing (we don't live in the US if that matters).
Last week, Yuki visited me and our parents, so that we could all go camping for the weekend (this past weekend). After I wrote my last exam, Yuki picked me up from my university and we went shopping for stuff for our camping trip. While we were shopping, my sister decided to drag me to the athletic store so that she could buy sports bras (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 tell her my opinions on the bras she picked out as she changed into them in the try-out rooms.
On our camping trip, we met up with some family friends who together have two boys, both 14 years of age. The boys openly crush on Yuki and they’re convinced she is an anime girl, and they actually openly say that she looks like a particular anime girl (it's funny because I agree with them). For the half-marathon, my sister wore nothing but her thin-strap racerback sports bra and her basketball shorts. She's highly athletic and a tomboy, and she played basketball during college. She finished the half-marathon, and before hitting the showers, she sat and waited in our family van for me to finish. After I crossed the finishing line, I went to the van, and I found my sister on her knees on the ground. She was sobbing and holding her sports bra straps with her hands; one of the straps was ripped in half. As it turns out, those same two 14 year old boys sneaked their way to the van and they did stuff with Yuki, including snipping her bra's strap with some scissors. As far as I know, they didn’t penetrate her. 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 demanded me kind of angrily) 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 dirty 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 around 1 AM, I couldn't handle the smell of her sweat and her crying noises (she was half-screaming for hours). In the end I ended up going back to my own tent, being reminded of how I did her a favour by going bra-shopping with her. When I woke up in the morning and headed to Yuki’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 for my family.