Jan 2020
She was a dusky beauty
With a soft mane of brown hair
It fell in perfect curls
Around her round head.
She had sparkling brown eyes
And gosh that beautiful smile
Heads turned to see her radiance
Even from a mile.
With a soft mane of brown hair
It fell in perfect curls
Around her round head.
She had sparkling brown eyes
And gosh that beautiful smile
Heads turned to see her radiance
Even from a mile.
Being brown, I have always faced comments, sometimes from my relatives who say "you're too dark". Why should my prospective groom be concerned about my colour? Shouldn't he love me for who I am? Shouldn't he embrace my flaws? That's when I realised, I should embrace myself first.
So here goes.
I'm brown. And I'm beautiul.
To all the beautiful women, who are unique and radiant in their own ways.
So here goes.
I'm brown. And I'm beautiul.
To all the beautiful women, who are unique and radiant in their own ways.
(16/F/India)
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