Personal Narrative: The Color Of My Body

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The world is a cruel place and it seems to just be getting worse. People are getting more and more divided because of their religion, race, or the way their hair lays. Others will pick things apart and criticize them until there is eventually nothing else to pick on. I didn't choose to be the color I am or what color hair I wanted, that was chosen for me by God or whatever or whoever you believe created you and I. I should not have to be placed in categories that others think I should be in based on the color of my skin or by what my political or religious views are. What should happen is that I should be able to walk out of my house feeling that my skin, my religion, and my hair color is beautiful because that's what makes me unique and what makes me who I am. We weren't all created the same because life would be boring. Our differences define us, they make us who we are and what we will become.
I remember watching a social experiment on YouTube called ¨The Barbie Doll Test¨. I clicked the video wondering what the video was about and was surprised when I found out. In the video, there were multiple children of all different ages and ethnicities who sat in front of a line of Barbie dolls all
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I think of those people as the flowers that sprout after a hard rain or the sun that shines through at the end of a storm. Those people are the ones that I look up to, even though they are younger than me. I reflected on the videos more and more throughout the day and decided to try and become one of the select children that were positive in the videos, and I can definitely say that the day I made that decision was one of the best days of my life. My day consisted of me and other smiling instead of hateful words being thrown at each other, there were compliments and love. From that day on, I have tried to be accepting and positive towards others looks and

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