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Beauty and social acceptance don’t come easy in India. One has to fit into several slots to qualify as beautiful. Here’s how I realized I am beautiful, no matter what society says.
If you met me as a little girl, you would not recognize me as the same person today. Back in school, I had thick, untrimmed eyebrows, unkempt hair, and pimples. Being brought up in Indian society, I was also used to hearing the occasional remarks on how “brown” I was and how hard it would be to find a groom for me with that brownness.
I ignored these comments on the surface, but they did hit me hard in the belly even as a little girl. I grew up feeling hopeless on the woman side of things, and felt like I would never be pretty, desired, or loved for the woman I was born as. And I was sure I did not want to use “Fair and Lovely” to be loved! I even remember a wonderful man telling me on a date in Delhi – how much he would like for us to be married, but he wasn´t sure how well his mother would agree to having a brown daughter-in-law! I didn’t see him again, if that made you want to throw up, just like me!
I grew up feeling hopeless on the woman side of things, and felt like I would never be pretty, desired, or loved for the woman I was born as.
However, in a context as disheartening and narrow as that, I believe that sometimes a powerful experience can come along, that can change the way we look at everything for the rest of our lives. It can cause alchemy – change within us, just from one moment to the next, so that we are altered into a new us, into a new reality forever.
This experience for me, was travelling to the United Kingdom on an AIESEC Cultural Exchange program at the age of 19. You cannot possibly imagine how shocked I was at the start, on being repeatedly told by the Brits how beautiful I was! In fact, I found myself feeling uncomfortable among the compliments, and wondering if they were joking, or worse, mocking me!
One fine day, my host mother in Sheffield decided that my misery was enough, and asked me to come along to a local super market. She said we needed to talk.
On reaching the make-up section of the departmental store, she pointed out to at least a dozen shelves jam-packed with bronzing and tanning products. There were tan-sprays that made the sun tan stick to your skin, there were after-sun lotions that protected your tan, and evening bronzers that mildly browned your skin for a party. There were several women standing at these stands, choosing their favourite brown. My host mother declared – “You see? Brown is beautiful. You are beautiful!” She picked up a bronzer for herself and we returned home.
That afternoon, I remember feeling quite stirred. The experience felt intense – for it offered me a new perspective, a radically new way of looking at beauty, and I was so not used to it. In India, brown was not beautiful, and there wasn’t much debate around this when I was growing up in the 90s. In England, my girlfriends could have killed to have my skin colour! This was catharsis happening to me, right there!
In the days that followed, I decided to observe my new-found reality more closely even though my long-term beliefs about beauty fought hard to return.
In the days that followed, I decided to observe my new-found reality more closely even though my long-term beliefs about beauty fought hard to return. I saw that it was true – that men were falling all over me, and wanted to date me. It was true that my host families told me that I was the most gorgeous Indian woman they had seen. And from one moment to the next, I believed them. I just decided to believe them.
And that changed everything! Most of all, it changed how I saw myself when I stood in front of the mirror. I felt like the best thing since sliced bread, and started having fun with self-expression through fashion, accessories, shoes; whatever felt good and nurturing to the beautiful woman inside of me who had been told she was ugly for so long. And I fed her with so much love and self-respect for herself and her uniqueness, that she has been growing self-assured inside and is reflected in this gorgeous woman that you see on the outside today.
I was recently in touch with my host mother in Sheffield on Skype. I told her how that one experience changed me forever. I also told her though – “I wish English girls too stopped browning themselves, for white skin is beautiful when they come to India.”
We both laughed. I guess in that moment we both understood. Both of us had been gorgeous all along.
Pic credit: Image of make-up via Shutterstock.
As a certified love and relationship coach, I help women reconnect with their feminine energy
Very well written ! Brown is indeed beautiful Samridhi.
It is Rajshri. I wonder why Indians inflict so much unwanted pain on their women with this pressure of being white.
I loved your article Samridhi. 🙂
Beautifully written. 🙂
Life is about what we paint ourselves with. 🙂
Thank you Anusha. I feel glad that so many lovely women like you relate to my story.
Wow! I am 17 now, but back when I was 5, my relatives used to ask me to put on beauty products on myself to look fair because that was the definition of beautiful. I used to get irritated just by hearing that obnoxious “advice”.
And after reading your article, I feel even more prettier. 😀
Aishwarya, I feel so glad to hear that 🙂 You are beautiful and you will shine of beauty if you just believe in it with all your heart no matter what any one says on the outside. So go rock pretty girl !
I felt the same when I was young and stupid. My (fair) friends use the color to diss me, but I realized that beauty is as much as in the inside as it is on the outside.
May you always feel pretty and be pretty 🙂
Seriously, not to be fair-skinned female in India feels like a sin. And sadly it’s the women themselves who ridicule us the most.The women on my husband’s side are fair and do not leave any chance to pass a negative comment on females whose complexion on the darker side. I wish I could change their way of thinking.
Hi Natasha. I hear your pain… And while it might take a long time for us to change how the society thinkgs..we can definitely start with ourselves and by accepting ourselves for who we are 🙂 Love, Sami
I am wheatish and had this type of misconception that I am not beautiful, but once I realized that it is not about the complexion but your inner beauty, believe me, I was all being noticed by both men and women;-)
I feel so glad to hear your experience about this Anju 🙂 You rock !
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