It is sad. I know my feelings about my color began as a fiarly small child- 6 or 7. My mom used to always buy me two baby dolls- the white on and the Black one because I cognitively knew I was Black but I resembled the white doll more. Crazy world.
My very best friend is a beautiful dark skinned woman who also struggled with feelings about her color. How cathartic for us both to realize that we had similar feelings but on opposite ends of the color spectrum.
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