Dark Skin.

This is gonna be hard to write.

 

I have dark skin. Darker than what some people consider beautiful.

 

I don’t know if I’ve said this before, out loud anyway, but I was once ashamed of my own skin colour. I grew up watching channels like Disney. And all the main characters were white. Except Raven, and you gotta love her! 🙂 But things like this effected me, terribly. I never saw anyone that looked like me and even now, I barely do.

 

I didn’t get as much racism, growing up. Not as much as some people do and I’m appreciative of that, I really am but it’s still so disgusting to hear what other people say.

 

And it’s hard talking about it to other people because they’ll never understand. In fact, I did tell some people, who didn’t have dark skin and they laughed. They laughed. I didn’t want to say anything at the time because I don’t like making people feel bad, but now I don’t care. How insensitive and thoughtless to laugh at a racial issue like that.

 

I wish that there were darker skinned characters in animes, instead of constantly seeing pale skin, which is by far what I have. I hate having to research into skin makeup just to suit my colour, or to even see if they have my colour.

It’s ridiculous.

 

I heard one white girl say once “Racism doesn’t exist anymore.” But what do she know? Maybe to her, since it’s unlikely she’s experienced much racism in her entire life. If you had darker skin you would understand.

It’s hard to shrug off or make a joke out of it to lighten the mood. It can crush you down, make your day, week even, feel miserable.

 

In Summer, when we would go on holiday to places like Greece or even places like Butlins, I would feel so awkward, being the minority that had darker skin. I always felt nervous and anxious because I didn’t want dirty looks. And I’m embarrassed to say that. I’m embarrassed because I look at other people, with dark skin and I think they look beautiful. I think the deep colours are a gift but I just can’t accept that on myself.

 

 

We weren’t born, hating people for their skin colour, we weren’t born racists. Babies and children play with whoever they want and they don’t choose based on skin colour. So we weren’t born racist.

 

And I feel so ashamed by how much I hated myself, for other things, but also because of my skin colour.

And I KNOW I’m not the only one.

There are too many ‘skin lightening’ creams and ‘skin bleaching’ creams, mostly made by Asian companies, just to fit in. Because lighter skin is beautiful. Lighter skin will get you further in life. Lighter skin will make you happier, with a better life.

 

It needs to change.

 

Everything needs to change. Think about what happened in America recently with the police! White privilege does exist. And even though you’re not a bad person for having it, it’s ignorant to deny it.

I found an analogy about inequality: Imagine sitting at dinner and you notice you have slightly less food on your plate in comparison to your brothers or sisters. You ask your mum for more and she says “I can only give you more if I give everyone else more, because everyone is equal”. Even though the standards are already unequal, you can’t get more unless everyone gets more. There are so many people promoting equality even though some people are clearly more oppressed than others.

 

The media need to stop portraying white skin as the only type of beautiful or model-worthy skin. Society needs to change. We all need to change.

We need to stop the racism, the absolutely hilarious (sarcasm)  jokes about dark skin, carelessness towards racism and learn to love the diverse skin colour on the Earth. And stop the violence and conflict.

 

Laundry is the only thing that should be separated by its colour.

 

Go on an adventure.

-Shay :3

The 4 Fact Survey Tag!

G’day everyone!

 

I was tagged by the fearless and loud Fearlesslyloud! Also known as Ruth. 🙂 Honestly, go check out her blog. It isn’t going to cause you any harm and it’ll be so worth it! Her blog is so beautiful and I just love reading through so do go there and maybe, if you’re feeling extra nice, FOLLOW HER!

 

Four names people call me other than my real name:

  • Shay  XD

    shanaynay

    Shanaynay

  • People (one person) used to call me Shanaynay, which I’m pretty sure is one of Shane Dawson’s characters so I think they were just insulting me…
  • When I was REALLY young, people called me Boo because I was like and looked a bit like Boo from Monsters Inc apparently.
  • Pumky. Here me out! My grandma calls me this and I’m pretty sure it’s because she’s trying to shorten the word Pumpkin.

Four jobs I’ve had:

  • I’m 15 so I don’t have an actual job but I did volunteer at my library…
  • Also, I worked as a Marshall for a few hours at one of my cousin’s charity running events.
  • I’ve also worked as the goody bag hander at the same events. It’s tiring so don’t underestimate it.
  • I can’t think of anything else.

Four movies I have watched more than once:

  • Obviously Inception!
  • Coraline
  • The Internship
  • The Amazing Spiderman XD

Four authors I recommend:

  • John Green
  • Cassandra Clare
  • Dan Brown
  • Erin Lange

Four places I’ve lived:

  • I’ve always lived where I live now so I can’t say three more. XD

Four places I’ve visited:

  • Places around the UK (Brighton, Cornwall, etc)… XD
  • Boulogne, France
  • Corfu, Greece
  • Dubai

Four things I’d rather be doing right now:

  • Eat
  • Sleep
  • Rave
  • Repeat

Four things I’d prefer not to eat:

  • I also do not like honey.
  • Avocados
  • Red meat (I find it so gross XD )
  • Eggs. Even the word is disgusting.

Four of my favourite foods:

  • La chocolat!
  • PIZZZZZZAA!
  • Potatoes!
  • And….chiggens!

Four television shows I watch:

  • The Walking Dead
  • Inside Amy Schumer
  • American Horror Story
  • Friends 🙂

Four things I’m looking forward to this year:

  • Turning 16!
  • Christmasss duh!
  • Selena Gomez Concert
  • And surprisingly Summer!

Four things I’m always saying:

  • Well f*** me, then. (When something goes wrong)
  • I’ll kill you so hard, you’ll die. (I actually don’t say that anymore.)
  • Blahabalahakdhskaaslf
  • Okaayy then….

Really couldn’t think of many XD ^^ Also realised I sound like a horrible person. XD

 

Four people I’m tagging:

Elm

Thesweetreview

Aspiring Blue Cat

Thoughtful Tash

 

Go on an adventure.

-Shay :3

 

Japanese Psychology Game!

Ciao!

That’s hello in Italian by the way. XD

 

I have returned from my wo-man cave, aka my room!

Sorry that I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve been busy…..

That sounds like a legit excuse, right?!

 

Anyway, recently I came across this Japanese psychology game. But you already knew that, I’m guessing, unless you’re a weirdo and skipped the title. And if you did, weird isn’t a bad thing! (Please don’t kill me.)

 

This game is supposed to reveal aspects of your personality, even bits you might not have known. Also, it’s not actually a game. More of a quiz.

I’m going to write out the quiz below and then tell you what my answers (what I pictured) were when I first did it.

 

Imagine you’re walking through a desert…and you see a cube. How big is this cube? What material is it made out of? And how far is the cube from the ground?

Somewhere near the cube, imagine a ladder. Where is it in relation to the cube? And what is the ladder made of?

Picture a horse next to the cube and ladder. Is it wearing anything? (Reins, saddle, etc.) Now what is the horse doing?

Now imagine  flowers somewhere in the scene. How many are there? And how far away are they from the cube?

Lastly, there’s a storm starting. How close is it to the cube, ladder, horse, and flowers? And are you scared of it?

Now remember all of that!

 

My answers:

The cube I saw was slightly bigger than an ordinary rubix cube and was made of glass. It was sitting in the sand.

The ladder was standing slightly behind the right of the cube and was made of metal.

The horse wasn’t wearing anything and it was standing right next to the ladder and at one point I imagine it’s hoof on the bottom step.

So this is what I found funny. XD I imagined tons of flowers behind the cube, ladder and horse. They weren’t too far, they were just in the background.

The storm was very near it all and I think I was more concerned than scared.

 

What it all means!

The size of the cube is the size of your ego. XD I’m glad I imagined quite a small cube. The transparency of the cube represents how open you are with people. Mine was completely transparent so apparently I’m EXTREMELY open with people. The closer it is to the ground, the more grounded you are. So I guess I’m a pretty grounded peson. 😉

The distance between the ladder and cube shows how close you are with your friends. So I’m pretty close with my friends. If the ladder is leaning on the cube it means your friends can lean on you for support. The sturdier the material of the ladder, the stronger your bonds are with people.

If the horse was tied up or saddled, you like more control in relationships. And the wilder the horse, the wilder you like your relationships. I’m a bit of a wild one, then.

Here’s the best bit. XD The more flowers you pictured, the more children you want. I imagined the whole background of the scene with flowers! I told you I was a wild one. 😉 XD The closer the flowers are with the cube, the more you’re thinking about kids.

The storm represents stress. The closer and more threatening it is, the more stressed you currently are.

 

So do you think that was accurate?

Tell me what you imagined in the comments! 😀

 

Go on an adventure.

-Shay :3

Rip Off Your Labels | I am NOT Black, You are NOT White.

We’re all labelled.

Black. White. Asian. Gay. Catholic. Atheist.

The list goes on and on.

 

We’re not items at a shop, being used and abused. Then thrown away.

We’re all people. We’re all the same yet so different.

All these labels cause wars, racism, discrimination, fear, torture, depression.

 

No one started off like this. Babies and kids make friends with whoever they want, no matter what they look like, no matter who they are.

No one’s born racist. No one’s born screaming “I’m white!”

 

Ever since I realised that people had these labels, I never knew where I fit into that.

Those information sheets, you get at school, always made me feel insecure. The ones with the lists of labels you had to tick, which applied to you. Are you black, white, Indian, American, European? I always had to pick ‘other’ because I don’t exactly fit into any of them.

Why do we need to tick these labels? How does it affect who we are?

 

But the truth is, people always judge people based on what they look like. People make assumptions on who you are. If you’re black, you must be a thug. If you’re white, you can’t dance. If you’re a stong Christian, you must discriminate against gays.

These stereotypes. These typical beliefs and assumptions.

 

We don’t need these labels.

They do not define us.

 

Watch the video and share it with people you know. I sent it to the majority of people on my contacts. Share it with at least one.

 

Go on an adventure.

-Shay :3

The Artistics Blog!

So you might now already, might not know. Might even be a part of it but Jerrod came up with the brilliant idea of making a creative magazing blog.

 

The launch is tomorrow so make sure you check it out and read through all our introductions! 🙂

I’m part of the photography team so…yeah. Thought I might mention that. XD

 

This is actually such a great idea and I’m really excited to be a part of it! I can’t wait to see how it turns out and hope people reading this will go ahead and read the blog! 🙂

 

That was just a quick notice! 🙂

 

The Artistics

 

Go on an adventure.

-Shay :3

Scribbled Girl

Hello!!

 

If you haven’t already noticed, there’s a new page….

Called Scribbled Girl.

 

Hmmm what a weird name for a page!

 

Okay, I’m going to stop acting stupid (ha, acting?) I have created a collection of poems!!!! There are 12, which I have spent ages on! Some more than others, which you will probably be able to tell!

I hope you like them or as I normally say, or at least don’t hate them . 😉 There’s a drop down list of all the poems in order if you hover over the page title. You can also actually click the title “Scribbled Girl” for the intro of it all…if you want. XD

 

Go on an adventure.

-Shay :3

I ALMOST DIED | Story Time

So in my March monthly recap post, I mentioned my traumatic getting lost experience.

Today, I am going to share it! (That sounded really dramatic in my head. Like a car turning into a transformer…idedk)transformers

 

So I went out with my friends. It was in winter so it got dark early.

We were basically just shopping around, eating crepes, chilling at this park, doing drugs, stuff like that. I’m kidding about the drugs thing, XD I need to stop making drug jokes.

Anyways, it got to the time we had to depart and leave our separate ways.

Me and my friend were actually going the same way. We usually take bus A (It’s not called bus A but I’m calling it that) to get home but there was another bus at the stop, that I’ll call bus B. I had never taken this bus to go home before so I had no idea how far it would stop from my house and how I would get back but because I’m a daredevil (and stupid) I just followed my friend onto the bus and we went on our journey,,,

My friend told me what stop to get off at and where to walk from there and I was pretty confident.

Eventually my friend had to get off onto her stop and I was left alone on the bus. The bus then stopped at the stop my friend told me to get off at but I thought maybe the bus might stop a little closer to my house so I stayed on for a little while.

It was really dark so it was hard to see where the bus was actually going but I felt like I recognized where it was going so I stayed on for a little longer and then it was about ten stops after the bus stop I had to get off at and I realised that I was screwed. I got off, very far from my house. I didn’t know where I was at all and I didn’t recognize anything!

And then my mum called me. I believe I just told her I knew where I was going and I was like twenty minutes away from home.

Boy was I wrong!

 

When I get lost, I become a man! I don’t admit I’m lost, I act like I know where I’m going and I don’t take directions unless I’m desperate.

I remember passing a tube station on the bus so I decided to walk down this extremely long road towards the station.

However, my mum kept calling me and then she passed the phone to my dad. He kept asking me if I was lost. Being me, I didn’t admit it. He asked me where I was near to so he could pick me up but I didn’t actually know where I was so I just said I would be home soon.

God, I wanna facepalm so hard right now.

He wouldn’t stop asking me questions so I just told him names of roads I was passing. XD And then I saw a bus stop on the other side of the VERY BUSY ROAD!

At this point, I was tearing up because I was scared and my parents were getting annoyed.

 

Still on the phone, I ran across the road. It was actually a red light (for the cars) but then again, because I was really scared, I wasn’t thinking straight. So as I was crossing the road, a car whizzed right past me. It was literally millimetres from skimming me. I was millimetres from dying or getting injured!!!!! Even as the car passed me, I just continued to cross the road, careless of what just happened. I don’t think it really registered that I was almost hit by a car. A few seconds after I crossed this wide road, it sunk in and I looked back at the road and there were a bunch of people in their cars looking at me shocked. This woman was looking at me in disgust, probably thinking, look at that no good teenage scumbag talking to her thug and high af boyfriend.  I don’t know. XD A lot of people think that about teenagers to be honest.

Well, eventually I reached the tube station and my dad came to pick me up. I was silent and crying the whole journey back because of how terrifying and embarrassing that experience was. XD

My parents did get angry at me but they eventually actually listened to me and agreed it was also because of how dark it was and I shouldn’t be taking buses I don’t know the route of. Then they laughed at me. -_-

 

But yeah…

So I guess the moral of the story is to….. get off at the stop your friends told you to stop at?

 

I hope you enjoyed reading the time I almost died. XD Also I really hope you enjoyed it because I actually burnt a pizza whilst writing this. RIP Cheese pizza 😥

 

Go on an adventure.

-Shay :3