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I am a dark skinned Black woman. Or at least I think I am.

Not that I often define myself as such, nor do I’ve ever remember being defined thus. Which is to say I try not to think about it. I was never teased for not being particularly light, nor is my skin so obviously dark that it is ‘blue-black’ like my younger brother, my father, or the complexion of my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins on my dad’s side. Theirs is skin with a gloss finish, it sucks in all surrounding light and sends it back out as a flat glow, mine is a much plainer, matte. I know that by popular standards of beauty and in the unwritten rules of women invited to grace the covers of magazines, dance in music videos and appear as love interests in general releases I am dark. Which is to say, the ladies that regularly occupy those roles are usually much lighter than me and if I ever found myself in a room with them I would know for sure I was the dark one.

I don’t care that Kevin Hart likes to make ‘jokes’ that women the same colour as me have bad credit. Just as I didn’t care that Lil’ Wayne mused in ‘Right Above It’ that a certain black woman would ‘look better red.’ I don’t care for Young Berg’s pool test. Or that Tyrese believes going with the best means omitting black women. Or that Ne-Yo thinks “all the prettiest kids are light skinned anyway.” Taken individually these slights seem too ridiculous to consider. I don’t take them personally; I tut at them; I brush them off.

But when I think about what these single ideas add up to, of course, I care. How could I not?

I’m crushed by caring. Because they perpetuate an understanding that to be a dark skinned woman is to be less. These ideas build themselves into assumptions and ways of treating women with as much melanin as me. I care because I already know dark skinned women are likely to receive longer prison sentences and less likely to get jobs when qualifications are equal. I care because too often our bodies are used as backdrops or props (i.e. Bella Padilla on the cover of FHM, ‘emerging from the shadows’). Think of how often you see women the same colour as me as surly, head rolling, loud-talking, finger-snapping comic relief (think Pam from Martin). I care because grotesque representations like Makode Aj Linde’s cake/performance art seem to be the only consistent representations of dark skinned black women. I also care about light skinned black women, who are women of colour too, and I do not want to continually feel set against them.

I think of all the dark skinned women I know. I think of how regularly they are excluded, insulted, mistreated. I see them all suspended in a place that isn’t a place, stranded it seems. I’m eager to watch Bill Duke and D. Channsin Berry’s Dark Girls documentary, and I’m holding out for its kinship.

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  • Ms. Information

    Well expressed Sara…I, like you was never teased for the darker hue of my skin, but I can remember little digs that I would hear…I also notice the obvious lightening of women on television and in the media…but God made me and I accept myself exactly as I am, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

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    • http://www.itsoftenbeensaid.wordpress.com Sasha

      :)

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    • Roberta

      +2

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    • Ashley

      ditto

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  • HowApropos

    Dark skinned and proud to be! I grew up being teased about my skin tone, because i am the darkest of my mother’s children, and because I grew up in a predominantly white town. However, when I was growing up there, there’s a huge mixed population there as well, so the black people there, especially the black men, are terribly colorstruck to the point that when i left in 2000, i can happily say that i’ve never turned back. The bad thing is, this sick mentality that ‘lighter is better’ seems to be all over the place. All the more better for those who are hurt to get a thick skin and work your beautiful brown selves.

    And because of my upbringing, I really don’t hang out with a lot of black people. If anything, I’m a loner and i like it that

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    • grateful

      *waves to fellow beautiful darkskinned introvert*

      ;>)

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    • HowApropos

      *waving back wildly*

      Hey Pretty!

      (i say that to all the beautiful sistas on this thread and all over)

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  • omfg

    thanks for your honesty sara…

    being a dark girl ain’t easy peazy.

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  • jamesfrmphilly

    i LOVE dark skin!

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  • wat wat

    Nicely written article…I like that she isn’t coming across as a victim

    Also, I LOVE that picture and that headpiece she’s wearing…FIERCENESS!

    This colorstruckness is a cancer that will most likely not ever go away..it is such a sad thing.

    I love my dark skin..I’m forever exfoliating and moisturizing and drinking tons of water so that it can glow and radiate w/o makeup.

    I was not color conscious growing up…I was definitely more body conscious.
    However, growing up in the south, I always overheard ppl talking about color and ‘good hair’

    It is time that us women stop letting the media, other men, and even family members effect they way that we feel about ourselves.

    Man oh man, do you know how BEAUTIFUL it would be to see all of us Black women (of every shade) walking confidently down the street, treating our bodies right, not chasing after low life men, actually smiling at each other, embracing our natural hair texture, and pursuing our passions??? They wouldnt know what to do with us…we’d be throwing the whole equilibrium off

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    • CHE

      YEESSSS! Especially your last paragraph….We, as Black women can make that a reality. The power is in our hands. We are so powerful- if only we could claim it.

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