I’ve been thinking… even if I were a light-skinned Black woman, I’d probably have gotten more grace and understanding with my book 📕. It’s not about the content—I worked hard to tell my truth—but about how society unconsciously judges Black women.

Colorism isn’t just about beauty or social preference; it shows up in whose stories are believed, whose voices are heard, and whose work is “acceptable.” Darker-skinned Black women are often held to higher scrutiny, expected to soften their truth or risk being labeled “too much.”

The reality? My book deserves to be judged for what it says, not who I am. And I hope we can all start noticing the ways colorism quietly shapes the way we respond to others.