Growing up wasn't hard until i was 16. I didn't realize the standards of "Latina beauty" because I was taught everyone was beautiful. Let me fully introduce my self I'm AnnaísRosalieLugo I'm from New York and lived in Washington Heights all my damn life. Nothing bad with that it's a beautiful community and makes you feel like your back home on your island. But outside of that community of course I'm just some bitch on the street. Imma take ya back to when I was six , because that's what's important.
It all started back when I started school when I realized the standard color and look of a Latina. To be a proper Latina Puerto Rican to be exact, the requirements were as stated:
•light skin/olive skin tone
•long curly 3A/3B hair
•full lips
•slim waist
•Fat ass
•some big ass Tittes
And some other bull shit to come along with the bull shit. But back in elementary school I got bully for Being brown skin. My mother is a fair skin straight hair...Basically your topical Puerto Rican women. My mom was always able to pass,me not so much. My mother would get strange looks at her and me when she picked me up from school and when we was out. My mother would get asked at times "are you sure that's your child, not ur cousin or sister", "she can't be yours her complexion doesn't match yours exactly!" "Can't be she's too, DARK"
That always bothered me because they made it seemed as if I'm not supposed to be colored as if being brown is wrong. Once I got in to 3rd grade I wanted to be lighter like the other girls have the long hair. The real question is "do yo speak Spanish?"
Claro que sí all them times my grandmother played her tela novelas on Sunday with her coffe and on the side water crackers and guava. I was born into it
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Stories of a Afro-Latina
Non-Fiction"We come in all shades and sizes, so yes Imma be mad at your ignorance"
