skin color

Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall; Does it matter who’s the fairest of them all?

Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall; Does it matter who’s the fairest of them all?

Once, someone had told me, “You look so much like your grandmother.”  I didn’t pay heed because I was used to hearing that all the time. It was like how everyone would look at Harry Potter and sigh, wistfully, “Oh, you have your mother’s eyes!”  Be it my eyes or my cheekbones or the shape…