Self Love

Skin Color and Your Race

I have a black cousin. I am Latin.

A few years ago, we were talking at her house. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went, but I remember saying I wanted to be black. And she said she wanted to be white.

I don't know how she felt, but I felt I was hideous. I'm not pale, I'm a bit darker. I couldn't pass as American, but I can't exactly as Latin either.

Now, I think it's ok. I like my skin colour. I like my cousin's. I like my mother's, who is pale.

And I also remember several years ago hating being Puerto Rican
I don't know why
Maybe it's because this island is so tiny and many people don't know about it
But I guess I had my reasons

Now I proudly say where I'm from. I love my race.

I doubt that many people don't like their race, but if me and my cousin at one point didn't, then I guess there are other people too.

Every skin tone and race is beautiful. Being black is beautiful. Being white is too. And Latin. And European. And Australian, and Asian, Indian, Russian, American, and Canadian and whatever race you are.

I am aware that this chapter is really weird, but I wasn't exactly sure how to put it into words, but in short:

Every race is beautiful.