My mother is a fair-complexioned, beautiful woman who unfortunately has no fair children. Some of us are close to fair while the rest are close to dark. I, with my middle child syndrome, tether to and fro on the scale. This has been a real struggle for my mother me. It’s bad enough that my skin is confused on what colour it should be, I seemed to have no interest in helping it decide.
My mum and I have fought over my appearance for a long time. You see, she’s the classy, yellow and fashionable mother, while I am the daughter people would always ask “is that your mum” on visiting days in secondary school. The reason was simple, we behaved nothing alike. Almost every time I visit home for holidays, there was always a new cream or soap I am persuaded to use, then stand before my mom for weekly appraisal (in case we need to change it), but I never continue with this cosmetic when the holidays are over, because…sweat or stress.
There was this one time, she gave me a lotion. The description on the tube was “cleanser” and the rest of the details at the back were written in some European language I couldn’t even read. She said it would clear out my skin. After sweating with this lotion for over a week and noticing no change, I decided to Google the brand name. Ladies and gentlemen, alas this cleanser was an age-defying cream. I’m not even 25 yet!
When I started using my natural hair products (olive oil and shea butter) as body products and my mother found out, she all but cried. Nobody told me to respect myself and stop. No need telling you that she found a small bottle of something to cleanse me of all the filth accumulated from shea butter. The weirdest thing is that as fascinated with fair skin as she is, she doesn’t want me to bleach. She just wants to “bring out my colour”. But I don’t think my colour wants to come out.
Last month I bought Bio-Oil after reading that it helps with uneven skin tones because my face is like a palette, naturally. I thought to myself, “when I go home, mummy and I will be dancing Shoki and doing thanksgiving”, because I was certain that this oil will make our dreams come true. The instruction was to massage it into the skin twice a day (morning and night). So I slept and woke up with oil for about a week. Nothing prepared me for the pimples that broke out violently across my face. The oil is currently sitting quietly and remorsefully in one corner like that.
Now I’m thinking, if I can’t bring out my fair side, maybe I should try my dark side. It’s genius, right? So yesterday I made coconut oil. I hear it makes the skin dark and glow. I will drink water and rub coconut oil on my body until I shine. Itoro is done. Itoro is out.
Love and coconut oil,
Photo source: MJ Celebrity Magazine.