âIâve always been dark skinned. While growing up, I was made aware of my color through comments like, âWork on your grades, if you canât be the beauty, youâll have to be the brains!â I was told, âYouâre so lucky you can play in the sunââyouâre already dark.â I stopped feeling beautifulâ¦as a child, being beautiful was based on the color of my skin.
I carried this forward as an adult. I was so insecure when I met my husband who was fair skinnedââI couldnât understand why he loved me and I didnât believe him when he called me beautiful. Just recently, someone at the park asked me if I was my daughterâs nanny, because sheâs fair and Iâm notââthatâs how desensitized we are.
My outburst towards this discrimination came when I stumbled upon an Instagram post of a beautiful, dark skinned model. To me, she was stunning but when I read some of the comments I was appalled. âBlack but beautifulâ, âIf only she was fairerâ were some of them. I once was this young girl, and I had faced what she was going through now. And in a fit of rage published a poem called, âKaliâââit went viral!
One girl actually messaged me saying that she was on the verge of commiting suicide because her in-laws had demanded a larger dowry for her because she was dark! Can you believe that this is our India in the 21st century?!
And we feed on itââproducts like Fair and Lovely STILL show us that if we become âfairerâ we will magically have a happier life, attract a handsome boy or get a high paying job. We donât have eyes anymore, we have shade cards. We even judge each otherâs statuses based on color. How is that okay? We complain so much about facing racism overseas, but itâs so hypocritical because weâre equally racist ourselves. Maybe itâs time to stop worrying about how fair we look, and start focusing on just âbeingâ fair to those around usâ¦no matter what color their skin is.â