Xangsane
Francine is a Jewish monkey
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Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker, or are you happy with your skin colour?
Please, for the love of God, love the skin you were born with and learn to embrace it. Please don't try to destroy yourself with tanning drugs, unnecessary tanning or skin bleach. God made us look all different but we're all humans at the end of the day. The world would be boring if we all looked the same.
I remember when I was a little boy, I'd be so jealous of my white peers who used to have naturally milk white skin. I always wondered why they had such light skin and why everyone else who was darker than me were all south Asians or black people (there were no other Arabs in my primary school class). One day I ran home in my white mum's arms and cried about how I didn't turn out to have skin like her and everyone else and why I took my skin genes from my dad instead, who was swarthy and deeply bronzed, but she told me not to worry about it.
I learnt to love my skin after that and now I embrace my colour. I avoid tanning as it's so dangerous, despite tanning so well with only occasional burns and no peels, but if it happens, it happens. I'd never bleach my skin either.
Here I am now as an adult man, and I get so many white people asking me how I got my olive, tanned skin. I just tell them that I was born with this skin colour. I just tell them to be happy with the skin God gave them, educate them about the dangers of skin tanning, tell them that they cannot change their skin undertones and to understand that they will never be able to experience the struggles that comes with being a swarthy, olive Muslim man of colour with an Arabic name.
Here's my skin in a brightly lit room:
And here it is under natural light, untanned:
For the love of God, please love what your parents gave you, and if you're looksmaxxing, stick with your base pheno and don't try to be someone you're not.
I remember when I was a little boy, I'd be so jealous of my white peers who used to have naturally milk white skin. I always wondered why they had such light skin and why everyone else who was darker than me were all south Asians or black people (there were no other Arabs in my primary school class). One day I ran home in my white mum's arms and cried about how I didn't turn out to have skin like her and everyone else and why I took my skin genes from my dad instead, who was swarthy and deeply bronzed, but she told me not to worry about it.
I learnt to love my skin after that and now I embrace my colour. I avoid tanning as it's so dangerous, despite tanning so well with only occasional burns and no peels, but if it happens, it happens. I'd never bleach my skin either.
Here I am now as an adult man, and I get so many white people asking me how I got my olive, tanned skin. I just tell them that I was born with this skin colour. I just tell them to be happy with the skin God gave them, educate them about the dangers of skin tanning, tell them that they cannot change their skin undertones and to understand that they will never be able to experience the struggles that comes with being a swarthy, olive Muslim man of colour with an Arabic name.
Here's my skin in a brightly lit room:
And here it is under natural light, untanned:
For the love of God, please love what your parents gave you, and if you're looksmaxxing, stick with your base pheno and don't try to be someone you're not.