“Mamma, why am I not blonde?”

Padmaja Ganeshan Singh
Seattle, WA

Growing up here, in the US, my daughter’s definition of a princess, is a blonde, white young girl wearing a gown, tights and a tiara. The dress is mostly pink. DD now wears pink dresses, tights and is more or less always in a Tiara. She knows fair is only relative – she was fair in India, brown here. But she’s frustrated that she’s not blonde and her friends look like real princess. It breaks my heart when she asks me the above question, but there’s no way I’m going to OK her incessant requests to get her hair colored blonde – at least not now. Indian princesses don’t always wear pink, so she’s still trying to figure who she really wants to be. It’s a part of growing up in a home away from home, and we’re trying to balance it out.


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