I grew up with not a very positive view of my own people and other South Asians in general.
My home life was broken, painful, and every time I saw a dark skinned face I was reminded of my father.
It was wrong of me to associate all people from South Asia as being terrible people, I am smart enough to understand that.
Yet it took me 4 years of college to fully slap myself in the face.
I am brown. My beautiful and loving mother, is also, brown.
I have no reason to dislike the skin I am in.
I guess my point was, I was childish and now I’ve done quite a bit of growing.
And here I am with my very good friend Nyla.
She and I were in a similar place I think.
But a near decade or so apart and we were ready to accept each other and become sisters in the truest sense.