Uncomfortable with My Skin Color

Uncomfortable with My Skin Color


Ever since I was little I kind of knew that
I wasn’t the ideal skin tone for the world. I’m African-American and I’m not just, you know, your typical African-American I am extremely dark and it’s always somewhat been a problem. I’ve gotten bullied about being hurt by people
at my school, family members, people in stores and don’t get me started on when I go to nail
salons and they told me that the nail color doesn’t necessarily go with my skin tone and
that I should pick a darker shade. All my life people have called me “Nightime”,
“Asphalt”, they’d call me “Ultra Black” and it honestly hurt me cuz I honestly thought
that I would never be good enough just because of my skin tone. I remember seeing a can of paint and my Aunt’s
room and it just so happened to be white paint and that kind of struck the idea that when
I’m older I’ll just paint myself white and put on a blonde wig and nobody will know. When I was in the 7th grade I ended up thinking
that I was never going to find a boyfriend just because of my skin tone and that I wasn’t
necessarily good enough for anybody because of my skin tone. It’s pretty sad that I have to think that
because ever since I was little I would look on TV and I would never see people of my color. I’m 14 years old and it took me, I’d say,
13 years to come to terms with my skin color and to appreciate my skin color. And for anybody out there who is fighting
this…just like me. No matter what, you are a beautiful human being; pimples, skin tone, weight. That doesn’t define you. Beauty is beyond the surface

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