So, I've been talking to this one guy for a couple of months now. he's the sweetest little goofball (lol) but I'm black and he's white.

I told him I was cleaning out my car today and didn't want to get tanned and he goes "go ahead and turn dark chocolate"

so I'm like:

he says, and I swear I'm not making this shit up, "for me. the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice" I had to do a double take, you guys. a double fucking take. he was being for real.

I'm not sure why it ticked me off so much, but it did. the stigma revolving around black women and how we can always "look better" and the fact that I'm still struggling to accept my own color. I wanted to tell him how wrong he was but I just couldn't, my mind was racing and now I have a fucking headache.

I'm overreacting, yes, but it fucked with me.