Personal Narrative: Growing Up In My Skin

Growing up the melanin in my skin had always been darker. As a child you start to pick out the differences but you never think anything of it until those differneces are coated with the venom of hatred. When they start dripping out of someone's mmout
I was always told to appreciate the skin that I had although as I got older it seemed to be harder to do. Society seemed to define beauty as being lighter and I was not in that category. My hair thick & "nappy", my lips full,nose wide. I couldn't find beauty in this & could never think of why someone else would.
My body wasn't skinny and I didn't have a thigh gap. Instead that was replaced with cellulite in my thighs and butt. My arms weren't toned but jiggly, my stomach not flat or round but