Hole In The Wall


続: Colorism



これ、サンフランシスコのdark skinな女性の投稿なんだけれど、

My classmates taunted me. I was compared to a gorilla. While walking down the hallway, I heard gorilla grunts behind my back.

When the teachers turned off the lights for presentations, often someone would joke. “Where’s Ashura? Where’s Ashura? She’s disappeared.”

You can imagine — especially as a teenager — these comments cut me. They led me to believe in my own ugliness. Tears streamed down my face as I caked on lightening creams.