Out Damned Spot!



HE told me I was gorgeous, then tried to sell me skin-lightening face cream.



Many cultures  worldwide prize face-lightening as beautifying. 
Photo by Dam Tu'ong Quan from Pexels

"No thanks," I said, continuing to study the earrings I was actually thinking of buying.

"But is no problem. Really works."

"No thanks."

"All Bollywood stars use this brand!"

I really stopped and regarded this migrant brother from the land of my father's mother: his skin almost the same shade as mine; his hair the "straight-curly" of a few of my uncles and many of my cousins; his smile wide, warm and without skulduggery.

I could make nothing out of his insistence. It was perplexing. It was funny. It was sad. Sad for him, I mean. Sad for those like him, who feel like him, who feel it is natural to feel like him.

It's on a massive scale throughout the world now, the tout: Use these face-creams to take out dark spots. But the dark spots they seem to mean is your skin. Like ... your whole skin. 


Funny how natural Nature feels it is to make beauty out of both light and dark. Photo by Jhaye-Q Trinbago from Pexels


What brought my variant peoples to this? What made us all hate our colour so?

"I could never be a Bollywood star, brother. I love the skin I'm in. I'll just take the earrings, leave the cream, keep my complexion."

And I did. I do.

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