Why do you love your skin?
“I love that it’s brown. I love that it has character. Being a minority makes me have to work harder. This skin has history, when I look at it I see the history and I see the struggle. I see how much people with this skin have fought and have claimed what is theirs and have claimed respect. When I look at my skin I see history, I see beauty. Also my skin is imperfect. I have blemishes, I have bumps, I have bruises, I have birthmarks, I have eczema, but I love it because it makes me who I am. I didn’t always feel this way. There were times when I was ashamed of my skin, I was ashamed to be black. Some people have tried to discredit who I am just because of my skin, which is sad, but I have learned to love it and own it. So that’s why I love my skin.”
“I remember a time I was discredited for my skin color when my friends father did not trust him hanging out with me because I was black. It took him a long time before he finally trusted me to hang with his son. We were friends in high school yet his father had to meet me before I could even hang out with him. It was disturbing because I had never seen skin color as a prerequisite to friendship. I guess the shock of actually experiencing racism was the worst part.”