If I hid my color story, I would find acceptance — how I gaslighted myself away from my truth and eventually found my way home to self-love.

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It started with a misguided direction sourced from good intentions.

“Be White,” she said. There were other words at our parting; it was these two that enveloped a dense layer of shame and confusion on my identity for decades to come. She was not a monster; I…