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My Black is Beautiful, Her's is too

I was thinking about my sister, who is twice my size and and five times darker than me, but who is just if not more beautiful and how she always struggled with being happy with who she is. We’re ten years apart (she’s 29 and I’m 19) and we love the same brands of clothes, shoes, bags and the same musicians (she introduced me to Dave Matthews), but when people see us walking down the street, people don’t think twice about ask if we’re sisters, they just assume we’re not. We look completely different and have different personalities, and as my grandmother called to tell me that all of my uncles we’re calling her to make sure that it was me in Ebony this month and how beautiful their niece and her granddaughter was, they forgot to mention my sister. It’s alway’s been like this, people forget about her, because she’s darker. When she used to pick me up from my predominately white pre-school, people thought that she was my nanny and not my sister, and when she went to Columbia Prep, people only thought of her as the girl who was on all the sports teams, not the girl who had beautiful black skin and spoke Spanish and Chinese. People didn’t see that, and still don’t see that. My question is why is my black considered more beautiful then hers?