Personal Narrative: Real Life Phineas And Ferb

Most childhood stories are all about the enjoyment of going to Disney World or spending the summer with the new kid in town. Recounting and reminiscing as if they are the real life Phineas and Ferb. However have you heard of an unhappy or despondent childhood? Known a friend who was cheery and radiant, but wondered if that was the real person? Being a darkskin black girl, I could relate.
During the middle school days of my childhood, trying to fit in was a major key. Meaning you could not wear any childish outfits, making sure puberty hit you, and being the popular one in your grade. None of these factors mattered to me until my eight grade year. Being in eight grade, everyone considered themselves as the “top dogs” of the school. Anyone in
sixth or seventh grade were known as babies and didn’t matter.
My eight grade year was not so bad. Everyone knew who I was, I was friends with everyone, and I had great grades. However, there was one internal conflict that I faced that no one from school knew about. It was being a darkskin black girl. Everyone tells you to embrace your skin color and that it’s nothing wrong with it. Which I agreed with. I had no problem with my skin tone. I actually did not pay any special attention to it. To me, skin was just nothing but skin. That is, until, my peers started making jokes and expected that I would laugh along.