CHANEL MTHEMBU HARRIS

CHANEL MTHEMBU HARRIS

I grew up hating the colour of my skin, the kinks in my hair, and I resented God for making me this way. I was the darkest, most black-looking on my mother’s side of the family, so I thought I was ugly because in society and our history, to be white was to be right, beautiful and privileged.  Because I did not have long soft hair or lighter skin, in my mind I was an ugly duckling, the ugliest of the ugly ducklings.