I don't remember when I finally figured out that racism is real. But when I was much younger, I think I was somewhat uneasy with how the white girls were always the prettiest because we saw them on TV, having adventures in pink dresses.
Of course one had to wonder where one could see himself or herself on a TV screen without being made a secondary character; a black Shadow.
I've recently become aware that my skin colour is kind of a Thing. And I should probably start thinking about what that Thing means. The point is, as much as many of us would like it to be, skin colour isn't Nothing and we can't all always just exclaim 'but we're all human beings!'