…’t just change how I saw them, it changed how I saw me. I knew I was Black, but like, was I though? I was already so much lighter-than-light-skinned that people, usually of the White persuasion, would challenge my race at every turn; the suggestion being that perhaps I had developed in some other woman’s womb, that I didn’t even belong to my own family. It hurt because I was, in fact, a love child: the accidental product of my parents’ three-year rel…