One feels very low when she hears bad words for her skin tone.I know how it breaks someone's heart because I also passed through this experience in my childhood.
I am the second daughter of my parents. My elder sister is very beautiful. Her skin tone is white like milk.But when I was born, my skin tone was dark.Since I am a girl, everyone said that it will be very difficult to get married.Everyone said to my mother that she didn’t look like your elder daughter. My mother was shy to show me in front of others.Some people advised my mother to use baby lotion powder so that my skin tone has been changed.But my mother didn’t listen to them, and she loves me. I was grown, but my skin tone stayed the same as before. When we attended some programs, everyone asked my parents, Who is she? If my parents replied, She is my daughter, then they said in front of me that she didn’t match you or your elder daughter. If I went somewhere with my sister, people would tell me and ask her if she was her own sister.Sometimes I felt very bad, but sometimes I ignored it. But I still remembered that I had a picture of my childhood. One day after coming back home, I found this picture and burned it so that no one would say the same thing again.
But my teacher loved me very much. They treated me as if I were their own child. Because every time I listened to them, I did my homework daily and always kept the first position. So most of the teachers loved me. But I found two or three teachers who loved those girls who had bright skin.Those teachers gave more attention to those girls, but they weren't able to change my position.
Most of the time I admitted racism to my neighbors and some of my relatives and sometimes from outside people. But some of my relatives loved me a lot.
I found that those who are really educated don't judge someone by his/her skin tone.But those who are illiterate, they said those things.
One feels very low when she hears bad words for her skin tone.I know how it breaks someone's heart because I also passed through this experience in my childhood.
I am the second daughter of my parents. My elder sister is very beautiful. Her skin tone is white like milk.But when I was born, my skin tone was dark.Since I am a girl, everyone said that it will be very difficult to get married.Everyone said to my mother that she didn’t look like your elder daughter. My mother was shy to show me in front of others.Some people advised my mother to use baby lotion powder so that my skin tone has been changed.But my mother didn’t listen to them, and she loves me. I was grown, but my skin tone stayed the same as before. When we attended some programs, everyone asked my parents, Who is she? If my parents replied, She is my daughter, then they said in front of me that she didn’t match you or your elder daughter. If I went somewhere with my sister, people would tell me and ask her if she was her own sister.Sometimes I felt very bad, but sometimes I ignored it. But I still remembered that I had a picture of my childhood. One day after coming back home, I found this picture and burned it so that no one would say the same thing again.
But my teacher loved me very much. They treated me as if I were their own child. Because every time I listened to them, I did my homework daily and always kept the first position. So most of the teachers loved me. But I found two or three teachers who loved those girls who had bright skin.Those teachers gave more attention to those girls, but they weren't able to change my position.
Most of the time I admitted racism to my neighbors and some of my relatives and sometimes from outside people. But some of my relatives loved me a lot.
I found that those who are really educated don't judge someone by his/her skin tone.But those who are illiterate, they said those things.