#StopColorism: Panawagan ng isang babaeng kayumanggi

Attempts at acceptence

I used to be a competitive swimmer. I would train six hours a day in chlorine-filled pools during the summers, swimming just minutes from waking up, and swimming just hours before bedtime. On school days I’d head to the village clubhouse as soon as class ended, and leave only when the pool caretaker ordered me to. Just imagine the amount of sun exposure my skin experienced. Just imagine how darker I had turned each day. The sun loved me too much, kissed me like its own daughter.

ULING!” the same white-skinned, ‘Indones’ classmate called me. “Uling ka, ‘di ba?”

Those words hurt me more than sunburns ever did, but unlike sunburns, they didn’t fade that easily. In fact, they didn’t quite fade at all. I soon found myself trying every product that promised me whiter skin. I gave in to papaya soaps and whitening lotions and facial scrubs and whatnot. I became the very epitome of this ‘white skin’-obsessed culture.

When nothing worked out and none of my attempts at acceptance had stopped the color-shaming, I presumed that there was no other choice but to quit. Quit swimming. Quit water. Quit the sun. I quit my first love because I needed to be accepted, I needed to be white. That’s what my childhood made me feel like, anyway.

Colorism everyday

Needless to say, my final attempt at acceptance proved to be futile. I turned a few shades lighter, but I was still the same color. I still lived in the same skin. As I grew older, my bullies remained bullies and their taunts had transformed from childish insults into passive-aggressive punchlines.

Once, I had someone tell me, “konting ligo nalang, pwede ka na,” as if I could wash off the dark layers of my skin in order to pass their beauty standards—as if being dark was undesirable, as if it meant being inferior.

I drive by EDSA and lose count of billboards of glutathione and skin care advertisements promoting ‘flawless,’ ‘perfect’ and ‘beautiful’ white skin. Mestizas and chinitas had become the faces of beauty—most of them, anyway, if not all. Morena celebrities are photoshopped and edited to look shades lighter. We, myself included, edit and filter our own photos to look ‘fair’ online. It happens everyday, and it’s the sad truth.

Beyond skin color

Dark skin has been relegated and associated with ‘second-class citizens’ and is continuously stigmatized as the color nobody should want. Far too much importance has been placed on skin color that we allow it to dictate our society’s perception of beauty, let alone our very own ideologies. I have been a victim of colorism, and I personally know how it can be a determining factor in one’s self-esteem.

Skin color is only color. It’s only a speck in the spectrum of beauty. What power does it hold to hold us back?

I’m writing this because I don’t want another child to ever feel unwanted, ugly or any less deserving just because she ‘failed at the genetic lottery’ and was blessed with kayumanggi skin. I’m writing this because something needs to be said and done about colorism, and it has to be now. #StopColorism – Rappler.com

Ayn Bernos is a 4th year English Language Studies major from the University of Santo Tomas. She is currently specializing in Critical Discourse Analysis, a linguistic approach that focuses on power relations, ideologies and dominance in discourse.