I always wanted to be like my friends.

They all had nice long straight blonde hair.

I was stuck with nasty dark down curly hair that barley even passed my neck.

They all had this super nice tan skin.

I had too much melanin.

 

Why couldn’t I be born with blue or green eyes?

Why was I left with brown when the rest of my friends had color?

I wanted to go boating, eat sushi for dinner instead of fried chicken.

 

I wanted to wear simply southern and vineyard vines but we just couldn’t afford it.

I wanted vans and converse but all we could get was airwalk.

Why me? Why me?

 

Living in a majority white area really enforced me to want to be like them.

But little did I know I couldn’t.

My mom told me that I needed to learn how to love my skin, my hair and the clothes that I wear.

 

As I got older I learn how to do that.

 I stop wanting to follow everyone else and do something that is comfortable for me.

Lesson Learned.