Ann Arbor, MI
Understanding Race Project- University of Michigan
When I was very young I believed that everyone light, bright or damn near white was better, prettier. I am a brown skinned black woman. My mom is of mixed race (black and white). I used to come home from school and ask her, “Why can’t I be light skinned like you mom”? She would always tell me that my skin was beautiful and she wished she looked like me. But for some reason, I couldn’t see it. All the boys in middle school liked light skinned or white girls. So I wanted to look like them. Crazy.