i made a direct indirect (indirect direct?) post about it here. u can also search the “oberyn martell” tag but i’m not gonna rehash any of it.
instead i’m going to add to it.
let me tell u a personal story about colorism.
senior prom dress hunt is so stressful but also can be really fun. my mom took me to a dress shop one of her coworkers recommended we go to. parking was a pain so my mom dropped me off—-i entered the store first and she entered the store a few minutes later.
i’m black, m’kay? nigerian american to be exact. my dad was born in nigeria (ekiti state represent!!!!) and has REALLY dark skin, a wide nose, and full lips. handsome, IMO. when he was younger ppl used to mistake him for eddie murphy. we had this one picture of my dad holding me when i was 3 hanging on the wall when u walked into our old apartment. and ppl would stare at it and go, OMG IS THAT EDDIE MURPHY?!
who the hell hangs personal photos of celebs on their walls tho??? i take after my dad in basically every way—-i’m a shade or two lighter than him but i still have deep brown skin, a wide nose, and full lips.
the only thing i got from my mom is her personality, lol. she identifies as black but she’s mixed race. my maternal grandfather was a black man born in panama (yes, my grandpa was afro-latino) and my grandma was mixed race black and french born in dominica (not to be confused with the dominican republic). my mother is significantly lighter than me (same tone as paula patton, tbh) with a slim nose, high cheekbones, and small lips—-classic eurocentric features. she’s also statuesque and at the time wore her naturally kinky hair relaxed straight and long.
i’m USED to ppl being confused when they see the two of us standing together and she calls me her daughter. their immediate look is but she doesn’t LOOK like ur daughter…
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