When I was growing up, I never saw myself as beautiful. Beautiful meant being curvy, having fair complexion, a firm nose, and light colored hair and eyes. I, on the other hand, was skinny, possessed straight black hair and dark eyes.My nose was small and as flat as a button. And I had no curves.
I was born and raised in the Philippines, a country in Southeast Asia which was a colony of both Spain and America sometime ago. Both cultures had a great impact on Filipino life, and in almost every aspect of daily living, there is evidence of Western presence. And just like any other country that had been colonized ,people have feelings of inferiority where “white” always equates to beauty.
So growing up, I wasn’t exactly a standout from the crowd. No guy ever told me that I was beautiful. The campus heartthrobs were always the fair skinned ones who were usually the offspring of an interracial union. Even the boy that I had a longtime crush on was half-white himself.
Later in life , I learned to accept myself for who I was and make the most of it. I realized that I didn’t need to have fair skin to be considered beautiful .That my long , black hair and tanned skin can look very flattering on an off-shouldered top.
I discovered that being skinny wasn’t so bad at all. I could fit into and wear fashions like low-cut, skinny jeans. And my small nose ? At least it doesn’t stand out from the rest of my small face.
I also learned why sites like friendly.ph are very popular amongst western men .And this is because they find Filipina women very attractive.
I guess it is simply human nature to want something we don’t have and each race has physical features that they ought to be proud of. Filipinas have a unique beauty of their own. And I am proud to be a Filipina.