“You’d be pretty if only you had pale skin.”
“Aach. You’re so dark.”
”We’ll probably lose you in the dark.”
I heard those comments frequently enough from a lot of people that I started to get used to them before I even reached my teenage years. My parents and siblings called me negra or Kirara, based on a character with dark skin and curly hair from a Philippine TV show that was apparently aired before I was even born.
Growing up, I felt like everyone and everything treated my color as something to be frowned upon instead of something natural for me to embrace. I watched advertisements...