Custer Died for Your Sins: Why aren't little brown girls praised as much as little white girls? 
So I just watched that documentary on shadeism that I reblogged from espirit-follet, and my head hurts and my heart aches.
Watching that little girl look at her own beautiful skin and hearing her talk about how ugly it was… pointing at the white models and not the black ones, talking about her aunt’s lighter skin and how different it is to her own…
You know, I never once thought of myself as a pretty child. Pretty was my white friends, my black friends and me, we were just there. Not very feminine, not like the white girls. Not desirable, not particularly popular with the boys the way the white girls were. I remember the time my friend Julia told me that she thought I was the prettiest girl she knew, and it floored me. First time anyone had ever told me I was pretty. I was eleven.
I look back on pictures, and I think to myself, why? I was a gorgeous kid. I had these big lovely brown eyes, black hair, golden skin, I was smart as a button, and very, very funny. And I look at the pictures of my white friends, and I don’t see much of a difference, other than our races. So why did they receive praise, and why didn’t I? I vivdly remember one incident at a slumber party: my best friend, a blonde white girl, told me that she was naturally beautiful, that she knew this, and that some people weren’t as lucky as her. And I remember thinking, how does she know that? Where does someone obtain that kind of knowledge? How is she so confident and secure in that knowledge? Someone must have told her. And she believed it? Because by the time I was eleven, I was so used to thinking of myself as the dirty, runty little brown kid, I refused to believe someone when they did praise me.
The other black and brown girls I knew as a child — many of them learned to think of themselves as beautiful later on in life. And yes, I know that this is a universal experience, every girl goes through some kind of ugly duckling stage or another, hopefully emerging in late adolescence with a sudden reserve self-confidence — but no white girl goes through that journey the way we went through it. Because we have to come to terms with our race, not just our awkward bodies. We have to combat what other people can and will say about what certain features of our bodies. Our hair texture, the shape of our eyes, our dark or light skin, the multitude of shades that are painted on our bodies, our hairiness or lack of hair, our size, our breasts, our hips, our lips, our butts.
Its a battle white girls don’t have to go through. There are all sorts of pressures on every woman in our society, but we have many, many more. Childhood and adolescence and womanhood are battlefields for us, and it can be a struggle to continue to think of ourselves as desirable, as female, as pretty.
No wonder so many of us don’t make it.
Stories like this have always make my heart ache. As a little girl, I never thought “lighter” was better. I’m really dark, and my sister is fair skinned, and no one ever treated us differently. (Save for one racist aunt, aunque se parece como una india, but fuck that bi-polar bitch) If anything, I thought white girls were a bit weird looking, and I felt sorry for them because I didn’t think they had a real culture.
I was a little kid ok?? All I had to go on were white shows on TV. Didn’t even meet a white girl till I had to dorm with em in college…. It was different.
It’s funny…growing up, my grandmother always used to tell me that I was “too white.” I’m half Italian, and by no means do I have a dark-skinned family (though we do have some Sicilians in our family with darker skin). But I’m just very, very pale in an age where being tan is “healthy.” I became defensively proud of my paleness, not in a superior way really, but because I had to. If I ever tried to tan, I would get horrible, horrible sunburn and blisters. I think my paleness has to do with my PKU, which I believe often causes interesting issues with melanin.
Buuuut, that’s about how white I am, and not really to the point. Personally, I have always thought that black girls (or Latina, or Native American, or Middle Eastern, etc., etc.) are extremely beautiful. It’s so very, very wrong for children to not understand that they are beautiful - because they are, every single one of them. I wish that people weren’t so afraid of the things that make us different.
