So many more things we can label ourselves in regards to our skin color be it positive or negative connotation. The extent of mental damage that has desecrated our race couldn’t have been the master plan of our ancestor’s enslavers. Who could’ve imagined a plan of genocide that would physically and mentally destroy our people? It is our own race that helps to tear down our image.
I thank my mother and family for my self esteem, building me up daily. I never once believed my color was something that made up my beauty. I never thought of light skin being better than dark skin. I’ve heard the stories, and listened to other’s opinions about skin color, but those opinions and conversations never made me feel inferior, or less beautiful than those with lighter skin. It angered me to hear black people speaking ignorantly about each other. “Stay out of the sun or you’ll get blacker,” Words like that are detrimental to our race and our self esteem. What’s sad is how far back in our heritage this mindset reaches. The paper bag test existed way before my mother and father. The separation of light and dark skin seemed to be a way of survival, post slavery. Passing, assimilating to the “superior” race as a way of acceptance was a way of life. I’m glad that there comes a time when we begin to embrace who we are, but for some of us that never happens. It’s not just a African American issue, it is global. The Western influence of “White is Right” is global contamination.
As I write this, I think back to my childhood. I can’t recall wanting to ever be light skinned, but I’m sure there was an instance in which I wished to be something other than I am. I don’t remember guys denying me because of my skin color. I can’t ever remember thinking that if I were lighter, I could get that guy(Mine was more of a flat chest state of mind-different blog topic). To hear that there are guys who won’t date a girl simply because of her skin tone is disheartening.
This blog was inspired by the documentary Dark Girls on Oprah’s channel, OWN network. This documentary sparked great conversation in my household and local community. To hear that many of our women feel or felt a ashamed of their skin color broke my heart. Especially the children. Our children are who we protect, who we build up, who we empower. We cannot continue to accept the metal abuse this society places on us from weight, hair texture, body enhancements and skin color. We have to empower each other with loving ourselves.
Just a lil of THE TRUTH