“I always felt that I didn’t belong in this world. I was aware that I was different and everyone around me knew as well. When I was three years old, my mom, sister and I moved from Surinam, South America, to a small town in The Netherlands.
We were the only black family in the neighbourhood. I was the only black girl in my class. The people next door gave us dirty looks, and, once, the neighbour from across the street dragged my sister by her hair while calling her a monkey.
I hated my brown skin, my black curls, I wanted to have white skin, blond hair and blue eyes like the other kids in my class.
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