Every time I go to visit my hometown, I have to hear, “You have gotten darker.” When I laugh and ask, “Why does the fairness of my skin matter?” I am being “rude” by not agreeing with the elders. Every time I go to visit my relatives, I…

For as long as I can remember, on the bathroom counter, right next to my dad’s hair gels and my mom’s perfumes, there has always been a white and pink bottle of something called “Fair and Lovely”. On the front of the bottle, a smiling fair-skinned girl stands…