When my twins were born, our extended family had gathered together for a big celebration. All my younger cousins were playing and having fun, until I spotted my teenage cousin sisters in a heated argument. Before I could even get to them, I could sense the conversation. It’s always about that.
Complexion. Fair and Dark. Beautiful and Ugly. Superior and inferior.
I felt like I was transported back to my teenage years and the struggle with my peers commenting on my dusky complexion. Immediately, I interrupted the argument and insisted that she should never again pass a nasty comment on my other sister’s complexion. We all are beautiful regardless of the color of our skin. Even though I tried my best to change her perspective, I knew at the bottom of my heart that she will only understand the importance of it when she grows up. And my other sister will probably have to face these comments throughout her school life and hopefully grow into a stronger and beautiful woman.