Being stuck inside has made me question why I wear makeup in the first place.
Through colonization and white supremacy, colorism has become an ingrained mindset for many people of color and is now a part of the social lenses we view our world through.
I was killing myself to be a “success story.” I just wanted to look like the "after" photo.
Why do plus-size women have to be fashionable to be accepted in this society?
As I struggled to preserve my ethnic identity and avoid being too conventional, I found myself romanticizing my culture and being miserable at my own prom.
Each week, my inbox is filled with emails from girls who all ask the same thing: "how can I become more confident in myself and the way that I look?"
I was only nine years old when I grabbed the "Fair and Lovely" bottle and slathered it all over my face and neck.
Yes, I called myself fat. But why can’t I be beautiful, too?