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Professor Cope
September 9, 2017
who we are, by enacting as a social sponge. We develop self identity and an overall psyche
through forms of media, peers, culture, family and so much more. At the age of 13, I was
completely unaware of who I was exactly. Being a 13 year old girl, my only concerns were
ultimately to strive for popularity, good looks and boys. As a result, I generated self imagery
Around the time that I was in middle school, much praise was directed towards the girls
who were either one of the two; Spanish or black with fairer skin. All because I fit this physical
appearance, I was automatically presented with preferential treatment. I would notice that boys
would do things to show favoritism, such as letting me cut the lunch line, or giving me the
answers to last nights homework. I was even referred to as The light skin cutie. The girls too
showed partiality. Being that the overall dynamic of girls who were popular was Spanish or light
skin, they only recruited their kind. Eventually, I became one of them myself. We soon became
intertwined as one. By becoming part of a clique, I immediately felt a sense of superiority and
importance towards people I didnt even know. At this point in my life, I had achieved what I
though would be notable and a social accomplishment. Little did I know, the cost of maintaining
popularity, was selecting between what was important to you and what was important to
everyone else.
along this school year, that soon changed. I had met a girl named Kyra who was far from a social
butterfly. She was usually bullied by the boys in the class for the texture of her hair, and the fact
that she didnt really wear up to date clothes. To me, she was absolutely stunning. She had kinky
long hair, oval brown eyes, smooth chocolate skin and a great big smile that could light up the
room. We had met after being assigned to do a project together for our second period history
class. After having a few conversations, we began to create a wholesome bond. I never met
anyone who was so genuine. She helped me with everything from school work and projects to
family problems at home. Regardless of the situation, she was always there whenever I needed.
Because she was such a great and friendly person, I thought it would be a good idea to bring her
When I finally got the opportunity to unify my other friends with Kyra, to my surprise,
the occurrence went completely sideways. I decided to invite Kyra to my lunch table and
introduce her to everyone. Before I could even open my mouth, the words, Why is she sitting
here? emerged across the table. This remark was followed by,Why is your hair so nappy?
And You need to stay out the sun. Embarrassed, Kyra packed her lunch and left the table in
humiliation. Despite Kyras embarrassment, I myself felt way more humiliated. I was humiliated
that I befriended people of such poor character. I was humiliated that I had friends who were
overall just so full of ignorance and ultimately, I was embarrassed that I had allowed myself to
Kyras humiliation at the lunch table was the gateway to a major eye opener. All this
time, the attention I had received from students, friends and peers was pure negativity. I was not
being recognized for who I was internally, but I was being recognized for what I appeared as.
I soon realized, colorism" was the overall origin of this issue. Colorism" is the act of
being prejudice towards individuals of darker skin tone, usually within the same ethnic group or
race. The students at my school had unconsciously expressed this type of bigotry mainly due to
the opinions of what the next person said. I myself did this as well. Come to find out, I never
thought that darker skin was any less deserving of special treatment, social appreciation and most
importantly respect. I followed the ideals of everyone else and almost ended up loosing someone
Colorism is overall equivalent to racism and has no place in our world. The exposure
from media, social networking sites and magazines have formulated a world where only lighter
skin is correlated with beauty. Looking back on my middle school experience, it has helped me
shape myself into a woman who looks past shallow beauty standards and has created awareness
of the discrimination between my own racial community. There is no right or wrong tone or
shade of skin. The importance of who we are, solely relies on our ability to connect with others