Happy with the Skin I'm in: Part Two

You know that old, cliche, fortune cookie proverb, "the grass is always greener on the other side?" Yeah it's so true it hurts. 

Being biracial I've always had darker skin than most, if not all, of my friends. When I was younger I felt that I couldn’t dress up as a Disney princess because I was too tan, I didn’t have blonde, straight hair, or sparkly blue eyes. Instead, I was permanently tanned with frizzy corkscrew curls and plain brown eyes. Someone told me I “looked like a crazy girl,” because of my hair. I was 6. This majorly affected me. Another person recently told me something, that I was basically a “caramel frappuccino”. Still others, my hair "looks better straight," and looks "like a mop," when curly. Things like this have affected who I am and how I react in certain situations. 

Someone once told me, “racism is a immaterial issue. We are all one race, just different ethnic backgrounds. When it comes down to it, we are all children of God.” God created us uniquely and beautifully. People are going to be rude and insensitive. Letting it bother you is like letting breathing bother you.  You can’t change the color of your skin anymore than your need for oxygen. Yes, easier said than done, and yes, I do still struggle with the “jokes” and feeling like I don’t look beautiful, but society doesn’t dictate that, God does. Psalm 139:14 says, "Praise you, because I am wonderfully made; wonderful are your works! My very self you know." 

At the end of the day God created the galaxies, the oceans and the vallies, but He decided the world needed a beautiful you.

Peace out Cub Scouts!
Rachel