For too long I believed my skin colour represented blemish, dirt and filth. Instead of waiting in the shadows, I should have taken my rightful place in school plays or family reunions. But I share an unspoken space and language with many other dark-skinned people who have hidden behind someone in a group photo, covered their smiles with the palms of their hand, and convinced themselves that they are beautiful.
I can definitely identify with girls who struggle to comprehend their beauty and self-worth.
In between hidden smiles, shy glances, and mesmerised looks of approval at the charming fair-skinned beauties, often lie helplessness, regret and shame.
I want to give to all the girls who think that their skin tone is not acceptable by society a gift that was recently given to me by myself.
“The colour of your skin is not a cross you bear. It is beautiful. Our varied shades are expressions of our creator including and inviting us all to be his children.”