From a Dark girl…

In the mornings while at work, when I get the chance, I love to look at the blogs I follow and comment if I can before my boss sees me.. LOL. As my eyes scanned the page I came across A pretty review: Dark girls by Mickie Char’et from Pretty Girls Rock Dresses about the upcoming documentary called Dark Girls.

I must say this really hit home because I’m a dark girl.

Yup that’s my parents blowing out my candles on my 22nd birthday looking like 2 year old’s.
Ok now this explains why it hit home. My mother’s tone was always an issue growing up. My two other siblings are of lighter skin tones like my mother.
My Brother
My Sister

Ok now that you have a little insight on the family… My mother told me a story of when I was 2 years old when her, my brother, and I were out one afternoon, an old friend seen her with us and, the woman commented on how cute we were and then asked “Why is she so black?” After my mother responded and told her that my father and I were the same complexion and walked off.. I turned to ask my mother, “Mommy why did god color me black?”
The only thing that made me “different” was my hair and it being longer for a dark skin girl. It started young for me and although I can’t remember this, I certainly know what its like to be a woman of color. And being dark toned isn’t to be exempted because society is judgemental of all color. It’s like taboo. I don’t want my children to experience what I did when I was a child. It’s like taboo.

Stop by and Check out the review.

Published by Amanda

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7 thoughts on “From a Dark girl…

  1. Hey! It is hard for all colors… that is an awful thing that woman asked your mom but you know ignorance is amongst us at all times through all generations. Love conquers all. So love yourself unconditionally no matter what. you are beautiful!


  2. Sounds like an interesting read…it's amazing how ignorant some people are still…and this scares when I think about having children..both of my husband and I are 'dark'…our children will get all they need at home I suppose and be able to face the big bad ignorant world out there. Great post!


  3. I experienced the same thing growing up…middle school bullies calling me jet black, smokey, all kind of hurtful things about my color to the point that I hated my skintone… hair was very long but it was natural so I got teased about my bushy hair as well. Since then I have grown to LOVE my dark skin. I still hate those “you're so pretty to be dark” comments as if dark skin girls aren't usually pretty ugh!!! I'm a new follower of your blog!


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