Thursday, 27 October 2016

An open letter to brown girls

Dear not really white young ladies,

I feel frustrated about you if your qualities have sold out you and you are sufficiently disastrous to be conceived a cocoa young lady. Being one myself, I feel your torment.

You shouldn't grumble about being victimized or being body disgraced on the grounds that white individuals are predominant. Pfft, I mean strolling around a little in history and you'll know. Truth be told, we ought to all thank the reasonable individuals for giving us a chance to share the world paying little respect to the visual contamination we cause. Gracious, and there's a thing called cosmetics – help all of us out, and utilize some of that.

A large portion of my companions would prefer not to feel the sun on their skin or go out for a stroll on the shoreline in light of the fact that, clearly, imagine a scenario in which they get a tan. How humiliating would it be to appear in school in their sun kissed skin! Ew. Revile the melanin for attempting to be over proficient! Everyone realizes that it's ideal to get skin disease than to get KAALI. I mean who needs to investigate nature and go outside on experiences when it includes the danger of getting dim. Eek!

In the event that you are vexed about the way that your odds of getting hitched are low in light of your skin shading, then quit being narrow minded. That is to say, we're all liberal people, however why might we need to pass on the qualities of obscurity to the people to come? Show kindness toward the kids, you stonehearted dark worker! Your identity doesn't make a difference, nor do your degrees. It's about your number on the shade card.

In the event that you are a kid and you like an olive-cleaned young lady, then your romantic tale is bound to be grievous, Romeo. "Ye Shaadi nahi ho sakti!" So please take a few to get back some composure, and locate an "appropriate" young lady.

I wish those reasonableness creams filled in and also they do in those commercials, then, as per Zubaida Apa's uncommon equation, "gora hota Pakistan". What's more, some person would sing "goray gaal, ye hai Stillman's ka kamaal" at an irregular wedding for us. Oh, these advertisements are just there to return us in our place, might we venture to overlook. That is to say, a steady indication of the need to get reasonable ten times each day unquestionably gets the message crosswise over noisy and clear. All these growth creating and lethal fixings in the creams would've been fine, just on the off chance that they worked.

Don't you set out get insulted by the close relatives who always give you skin brightening tips, such as rubbing lemon, tomato juice and essentially everything in the ice chest all over. I mean they are simply attempting to help, you ought to tune in. Michael Jackson most likely listened to his close relatives as well.

Your companions may trick you into trusting that you are appealing and that your skin shading is great. In any case, believe me, where it counts they feel exceptionally sad for you and extremely glad that they right. You don't trust me? All things considered, then whenever you meet them, have a go at saying you look darker today and watch the desolation on their countenances: as though you've let them know that they are HIV positive. Alternately perhaps have a go at calling them reasonable and see them swell with pride and shine with sheer enjoyment.

Each time you gripe about your skin shading, your companions will reassure you as though you have some malady – well, perhaps you do. Goodness, and the best reassurance I've gotten is "you're not dark, you're simply chestnut" as though being dark would've been such a catastrophe, to the point that I ought to express gratitude toward God for making me a couple shades lighter. It's an inherited condition in which your skin has a tendency to adjust to the earth keeping in mind the end goal to shield you from the sun and gives you a brilliant shine – how excruciating.

Try not to stress, chestnut one; overlook the abhor, and remain solid.

With affection,

A chestnut young lady

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