brown skin appreciation day

There is so much I could write for this post, but I have a law exam and presentation on Wednesday 😦 This is short and sweet, and a longer post will come later!

According to twitter and other social media accounts, today, August 15th is brown skin appreciation day. And seeing the tag and what it was all about warmed my heart so much. Today is essentially a celebration for people of colour. It’s a day where we can openly share the love for our skin and by extension our heritage and culture, without having to feel like we’re preaching or get hate for wanting to celebrate our skin.

 

As many of you know, I’m a young Australian woman who boasts a North Indian heritage. And you also know that I have a little bit of a love hate relationship with my skin, and by extension my heritage. But on a journey of acceptance, each day makes it a little easier to see exactly how amazing it is to be looped into two cultures and nations that are so different and exciting.

 

For most of my eighteen years, I’ve always had a little disdain for my skin. And it isn’t just because of the racial victimisation I went through as a child/teenager. Throughout my childhood and primary education, not being deemed “white” enough by my teammates, classmates and teachers because I have olive toned skin always made me look at myself in a negative light.

 

And on the flip side, always being told off by relatives and older Indian women that I was too dark because I was always playing in the sun, made me hate my colouring a lot more. A little time in the sun, coupled with my sunscreen allergy, did no wonders for my complexion. Or so they said.

 

BUT.

 

It’s been a long journey, and I’m still on the road, but I’m coming to accept that I frankly don’t care and shouldn’t care about what people say or think about my skin. I have brown skin and that’s it. There should be no judgement or preconception to my skin tone. I’m just another person on this planet who is blessed to be born with fair olive toned skin.

 

In growing up and creating my identity and myself, I’ve come to see just how incredible brown skin is. I’ve come to see how badass my olive toned skin looks against a bold red lip or a sexy scarlet dress. How I look regal in royal blue and black never fails to compliment my complexion.

 

I’ve come to see how insanely lucky I am to have a skin complexion match my features so well. Round eyes, irises so dark and mysterious, long curly lashes and hair so curly and black, it looks blue and red in the sun. And ALL of this framed with olive toned skin.

 

And at the end of the day, my skin tone is a part of me to love, celebrate and accept. It isn’t a tool of judgement or preconception for greater society to bring me down with. Because society should see me as a strong, independent young woman who is using her voice, her words and her actions to do right and do what she believes in. And by extension, they should appreciate diversity and change and celebrate that our world is being transformed by individuals who fill up every part of the skin colour spectrum.

 

My skin is for me to celebrate and love, and for you to accept and look beyond.

 

We’re all beautiful in this world. We were all blessed with unique features that make us so exquisite. And no culture or community has the right to say that one skin tone boasts a superiority over the other. I shouldn’t be looked at or judged because of the colour of my skin. And if I am, hear me loud and clear when I say that brown skinned men and women are some of the most dedicated, hard working and inspirational people I’ve ever seen. I have a colossal amount of pride for my cultural community and my self-love is growing by the day.

 

No one can take away our pride. No one can take away the validity of my skin tone and my colour.

 

I’m a brown skinned young woman and it’s just another part of what I love about myself.

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I know I’ve used this photo in a few posts, but all my other selfies are so tragic. Such is the life of a student who works and studies at the same time. 

xx Simran

 

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