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When You Aren’t Black Or White

I can never find the right bra… “Nude” doesn’t come in my color. It’s almost impossible to find makeup for my skin tone… but I am not starting race war because of it.

When You Aren't Black Or WhiteI’m beige. That’s what I called myself in the 3rd grade when friends of mine were comparing their skin color in the back seat of my mother’s car. “I’m beige.” I said to them. They looked at me and nodded their heads in agreement. “Yeah, you are.” one friend said. And that was it. We were off to another topic without an eyelash bat.

I’m Indian. Born in India, my family and I migrated to the U.S. when I was 7. I am a mix between light and dark and I love who I am. My love for myself has nothing to do with my color though. People have said derogatory things to me because of my skin color and ethnicity. They’ve “joked” with me about being Indian… of course they were “JUST KIDDING.” I have even been called the “N” word. At the time, I didn’t know what it meant, but boy did it sting. Name calling always does.

Do you know that there isn’t a lot of makeup made for my skin tone? In fact, when I wanted to get mineral makeup for the first time, I was told it would be very hard to match my skin. Bras are not made in my skin color either. They are either too light, or too dark. You know what though… I never complain about it. It is what it is. I don’t consider it a form of racism. I definitely don’t think that “white” people or “black” people are against me because of it.

I didn’t get a job I applied for… because I was not qualified… NOT because of my color.

I didn’t get promoted once… because I didn’t work hard enough… NOT because of my color.

I couldn’t get a date with a boy I really liked… because he liked someone else… NOT because of my color.

A store clerk barely acknowledged me the other day… because he was busy… NOT because of my color.

I was overcharged on a restaurant bill… because my waitress made a mistake… NOT because of my color.

I didn’t make the varsity track team my freshman year in high school… because I wasn’t good enough… NOT because of my color.

Anything can be twisted and turned into a discrimination issue. Not everything is about discrimination though. Between the news and social media, color-related topics are dominating media. We are teaching our children it’s OK to be ignorant. We are teaching them that the color of our skin defines us. We are teaching them fighting is the norm. We are teaching them that we live in a world filled with hate. We are creating the fights, the hate, the ignorance. We are the ones fueling the fire that will eventually burn us down.

Only one person defines who I am… that person is me.

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War On Women

I have never been one to worry too much about women’s rights but this is getting out of hand.  Rather than me express my opinions, I would rather you take a moment and read through a few of the sites listed below.  If you feel strongly against what the Republican party is trying to do, take one moment and sign the petition below.

Links To Check Out:

Top 10 Shocking Attacks from the GOP’s War on Women

Political ‘War On Women’ A War For Women’s Votes

Joe Biden: The Republican ‘war on women is real … it’s going to intensify’

Wars: Imagined and Real


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The Morning Hustle And Our Families Clothes War

The Ideal Morning

  • 6:30am  Mom’s alarm goes off
  • 6:35am  Mom gets into the shower
  • 6:45am  Mom gets out of the shower and dressed for the day
  • 6:55am  Quick makeup application for mom
  • 7:00am  Mom wakes up the kids
  • 7:00am-7:15  The girls go to the bathroom, brush their teeth and get dressed for the day while mom makes breakfast
  • 7:15am-7:30am  The girls eat their breakfast with a little time to waste
  • 7:45am  Off to school we go with big smiles! 

My Morning

  • 6:30am  My alarm went off and I hit snooze.
  • 6:40am  My alarm went off and I hit snooze.
  • 6:50am  My alarm went off and I hit snooze.
  • 7:00am  My alarm went off on my phone and my head.  I sat up.
  • 7:02am  I called the girls names from my room to wake up… and called again, and again.
  • 7:10am  I went into the girls rooms to wake them up.
  • 7:15am  The clothes war began.
  • 7:40am  The clothes war was still going on even though they were picked the night before.
  • 7:45am  I had enough, threw the clothes on the bed, and began getting ready myself.
  • 7:50am  No time for a shower at this point… Fantastic!  Put my clothes on, makeup applied and ready to face the battle again.
  • 7:55am  One child had all her clothes on and the other, had a school skirt, no shirt, arms crossed and a pout.
  • 8:00am Fully clothed and still angry.  No time for a quiet morning breakfast.  A gogurt and a banana to go… and cannot forget the milk!  Thank goodness for to go cups.
  • 8:05am  Off to school in the car, huffing, puffing and late for school again.
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