Recalling my childhood and hard days
Growing up, I didn't had much influence in life or someone to look up to, or someone to guide me, neither any loving friends or a friendly family or anything at all as far as I can remember. It was tough.. I could say I somewhat parented myself and taught survival skills, unlearned many things which I imbibed from my family and surroundings. Atleast I am proud of myself for where I am now, but childhood and teenage was hard... It's like we weren't a privileged class, I grew up in a lower middle class family, added to that people i was surrounded were so ignorant, you know right according to Indian standards to be labelled as pretty you have be fair, well being born in darker complexion, I was a disgrace to everyone around me, my ignorant relatives were so mean to me, there were times when my own brother, grandmother just made me feel bad about my looks just a lot of times, even my own mother, she had called me names and even told me, if I am dark, it's a bad thing, I wi