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Once upon a time, I disliked my skin.
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Freda Bunny
3 hrs agoWhen I was younger, I used to wish I was fairer.
My mom would say things like:
"Yellow like Fanta, black like charcoal."
And somehow, that stuck with me.
Like being dark was something to be ashamed of.
There was this cream that everyone used.
You’d rub it on, your skin would lighten —
But your knuckles would turn dark, your body uneven.
Still, I wanted it. I wanted to be fair. I wanted to be white.
I didn’t dislike other people.
I disliked me.
I disliked my skin.
But the older I got, the more I began to see things differently.
I fell in love with myself — slowly, painfully, beautifully.
It wasn’t my skin that was the problem.
It was what society made me believe about it.
We were taught that lighter skin is more beautiful.
That fair girls are "better," more desirable, more worthy.
But that’s a lie. A deep, harmful lie.
Fair girls are beautiful.
But so are dark girls.
We are beautiful.
Not less than. Not almost. Just... beautiful.
It’s time we stop comparing, stop bleaching, stop hating ourselves.
Because dark skin is magic.
Dark skin is powerful.
Dark skin is beautiful.
And so are you. 💫
You are a goddess