How I learned to accept my brown skin and not cry when I cried in public

When I was a girl, I was always afraid of being bullied.

But I wasn’t alone.

I had many friends who were bullied as well.

I knew that it wasn’t an easy transition.

But one of the most important things I learned was to be proud of who I am.

And as I grew older, I began to embrace my brownness.

As I started to learn to take pride in my brown and white, I became a proud member of the Brown Skin Queens.

This is a group of girls that wear masks and wear dresses that have a pink-ish hue.

These girls have a sense of style, and they are often known as the Brown Shetas.

I first met these girls when I was about 14 years old, when I participated in a dance recital at my high school.

They were wearing masks and they looked so fabulous.

I was amazed that they could wear masks.

I thought, wow, I don’t have to wear a mask anymore.

My friends told me they wanted to be known as Brown Shettes, so that they would be more accepted and less ostracized.

They didn’t expect me to agree with them, but I did.

They said, “I want to be the first to wear the mask.

And I don’s want you to know that I’m proud of it.”

They gave me a little lesson on how to make it look good.

After I went through the whole dance routine, I went to a party.

I didn’t want to go.

I wanted to get my hair done, because I thought that was weird.

The Brown Shets didn’t care about me and my hair, they just wanted to have fun and dance.

So I walked out and put on my mask.

I wasn.

I remember thinking, oh, my God, I’m going to look weird, but it was so fun.

I started dressing up.

I made a mask and I started getting my hair and makeup done.

My hair was done.

I put on some makeup.

And it was just so fun, so I started dancing again.

I danced at school.

I dance at parties.

I don.

My face was covered.

And when I walked down the street, I didn.

I walked in the middle of the night.

And so I was in that situation for a long time.

And, honestly, that’s when I started accepting my brown hair.

I really didn’t know that until I was 17, when my mom asked me what was wrong with my hair.

So, I said, I can’t be a girl anymore.

And she told me that if I could just change my mind, I could change my hair forever.

And the only thing I could do is make my hair look good again.

And my hair changed from brown to pink.

It got so long and dark.

And now I look more like the other girls in the group.

It was so empowering to feel like I could be myself again.

As an adult, I look back and think, wow.

I am a different person.

I have to change that.

But it’s not just that I have brown hair, I also have brown skin.

I’m not a black person.

And people are not as accepting of me as I am of myself.

I know that there are a lot of girls in my school who were not even aware of this.

I would be so happy if they could know that they have brown friends.

I want to help them find out how to embrace their brown skin without getting bullied or being judged.