I am young, a minority and female.I am a feminist.I am invisible.Or a least that’s the way it seems sometimes. If I have anything I need to tell the women of the First and Second Wave of feminism it’s that, consciously or unconsciously, you’ve contribute[d] to my invisibility and to the complicated state of my struggle.I look around me and all the pictures of the great female social reformers–the feminists–are all white American women of the 1960s and 1970s. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of an African American woman, but little is said about the uniqueness of her struggle. And nowhere do I see the women who look like me, or who share my childhood culture. Where are the Asian feminists?