La belleza no tiene color - Bleached Beauty

It Girl Africana se blanquea - Vera Sidika 

Qué está pasando con aceptarnos como somos? Que tan lejos somos capaces de llegar para vernos atractivas? Pequeños arreglos para vernos y sentirnos lindas no son condenables verdad? y quien podría juzgar pero aparentemente ahora cambiar el color de tu piel también es parte de los tantos arreglos que las mujeres se pueden someter cuando no están contentas con ellas mismas.  Siempre habrá alguien más bonita que tú , mas flaca, con un cabello más lindo, más alta quizás, con una piel envidiable, con unos rulos divinos, con lolas y tu plana, o pompas y tu cóncava :/  así pasa queridas mujeres!!! Quizás de niña vista a esa amiga de pelo rubio y rulos dorados y querías tanto ser ella? que pasa con estar contentas con el envase en que vinimos a esta tierra? con el tiempo una crece y logras entender que todas las mujeres tenemos traumas , en el mejor de los casos logras aceptarte como eres , haces tus mejoras pero debes darte cuenta que para todo hay limites.  Si tienes un problema puedes ser una flaca regia alta, exitosa etc etc y seguirás sintiéndote fea … y es que no es cliché cuando dicen que la belleza viene desde adentro chicas. Cuando leí hace unos días atrás que la It girl de Africa , la modelo Vera Sidika anunció que se había blanqueado la piel sometiéndose a un procedimiento que le costó 125,000 Euros , que le hizo aclararse 3 tonos de piel pensé… quien haría algo así ?? grande fue mi sorpresa que no solo el rey del pop Michael Jackson con la excusa o no del vitiligo, se habrían sometido a procedimientos iguales desde  modelos, cantantes, personas regulares, actrices etc  Desde comprar una simple crema blanqueadora para la cara y brazos hasta estos más costosos y extensos . Se rumorea que estas actrices , modelos también lo hicieron pero no lo han aceptado públicamente como Vera S.

Iman la famosa modelo 

Nicky Minaj 

Lil Kim 

Halle Berry

Beyonce 
Y hasta RiRi … :/
Se me viene a la mente el hermoso discurso que dió  Lupita Nyong en la entrega de un premio y reconocimiento a su carrera, donde ella recordaba que una jovencita le escribió diciéndole que gracias a que ella existe y ha logrado llegar tan lejos, esta jovencita ahora se quiere un poquito más y empieza a amar su raza, ya no quiere blanquearse la piel. Aunque Lupita se sintió igual que esta chica, logró ser fuerte y tratar de encontrar la belleza que viene desde dentro de ella y hoy es un ejemplo para todas las mujeres! Vera Sidika tenía muchas seguidoras en Africa , chicas muy jóvenes también a las cuales les cayo como balde de agua fría su decisión . Ojalá leer sobre esto nos haga reflexionar a muchos , el racismo es solamente una forma de sentirte  superior y esconder el ser tan chiquito y mezquino que eres. No caigas en esos sentimientos y aprende a mirar al ser humano más allá de su color , raza o condición. Como Lupita N. dice "No hay color para la belleza" :)Todos alguna vez nos hemos expresado de forma racista , quien diga que no , que tire la primera piedra!! sin embargo nunca es tarde para reflexionar y pensar en argumentos mas valederos que el color de la piel. Les dejo el discurso de Lupita Nyong , para los pocos que les gusta leer algo tan largo sin embargo tan hermoso. Google Translate para español , vale la pena. Besos 
Lupita Nyong SpeechI received a letter from a girl and I’d like to share just a small part of it with you: "Dear Lupita," it reads, "I think you’re really lucky to be this Black but yet this successful in Hollywood overnight. I was just about to buy Dencia’s Whitenicious cream to lighten my skin when you appeared on the world map and saved me."My heart bled a little when I read those words. I could never have guessed that my first job out of school would be so powerful in and of itself and that it would propel me to be such an image of hope in the same way that the women of The Color Purple were to me.I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin, I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I had been the day before. I tried to negotiate with God: I told him I would stop stealing sugar cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted; I would listen to my mother's every word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He never listened.And when I was a teenager my self-hate grew worse, as you can imagine happens with adolescence. My mother reminded me often that she thought that I was beautiful but that was no consolation: She’s my mother, of course she’s supposed to think I am beautiful. And then Alek Wek came on the international scene. A celebrated model, she was dark as night, she was on all of the runways and in every magazine and everyone was talking about how beautiful she was. Even Oprah called her beautiful and that made it a fact. I couldn’t believe that people were embracing a woman who looked so much like me as beautiful. My complexion had always been an obstacle to overcome and all of a sudden, Oprah was telling me it wasn’t. It was perplexing and I wanted to reject it because I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy. But a flower couldn’t help but bloom inside of me. When I saw Alek I inadvertently saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny. Now, I had a spring in my step because I felt more seen, more appreciated by the far away gatekeepers of beauty, but around me the preference for light skin prevailed. To the beholders that I thought mattered, I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say to me, "You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you." And these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be.And what my mother meant when she said you can’t eat beauty was that you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty enflames the heart and enchants the soul. It is what got Patsey in so much trouble with her master, but it is also what has kept her story alive to this day. We remember the beauty of her spirit even after the beauty of her body has faded away.And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside. There is no shade to that beauty.
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