I am dark skinned in a country where beauty is a synonym to being fair.
Hey! It’s me. Your average dark skinned girl. Yes, let all the jokes and faces come out in the open because let’s be honest, I’ve heard and seen them all.
I am the girl who wasn’t adored and loved when I was merely a few days old. Because according to the society’s standards I wasn’t a pretty baby. I was dark.
I am the girl who, as a child, was called dirty and was scrubbed hard wile bathing in order to bring out a fairer tone. As if my skin was dirty and impure.
I am the girl who even thought about surgery as I grew up.
I am the girl who was called names in school, who was called the uglier sibling. I am the girl who was awed by the commercials of fairness creams and lotions. I am the girl who was perpetually asked to apply ‘turmeric and milk’ by elders.
I am the girl who even thought about surgery as I grew up. I am the girl who clicked on the little Ads by Google that said ‘This man got 5 shades fairer in just two minutes with this weird trick’.
I am not the one to be married because when families come to see me, they won’t ask me for my qualifications or my talents. They will reject me for my skin tone because I’m not beautiful.
I am all of the above and I’m sorry!
I am sorry for being the dusky tone that our country’s known for. I am sorry for being the same shade as so many high profile celebrities who are called exotic.
Lastly, I’m sorry that I’m not sorry. I am proud of who I am and what I look like and if you’ve got a problem with that, maybe try whitening your thoughts a little. I might have a fairness cream for it!