The Blog of hexagono6

In Venezuela there is a rich mixture of cultures, this leads to a variety of skin, you can see from very dark skin, as well as brown skin, brown skin, even to very white skin, but what I can say is that they all have a common denominator and it is nothing more than a Caribbean flavor who likes to dance, eat and share.

My mom is white skinned, my dad was brown skinned and from that mix I came out, with brown skin.

Since I was little I was always the black of the house, not because of racism, here in Venezuela when you call a person “My black” is for affection, love, to have a trust and a beautiful friendship, so that's what it meant for my family.

I never had a complex about having the color I have in my skin, I never wanted to have another color instead of the one I have, I liked to be told: “Brunette, come this way” or “My black, come here”, I think that the skin color of a person is part of his essence, of his heritage and of a rich culture which he should not deny.

My skin color is divine, beautiful, I am in that middle point in which I am not light brown, but not too dark, I remember having a friend who affectionately called me “My color” and I loved it, I really would not change it for anything.

I understand that this type of skin costs more to calculate the age, as well as it also counts a little to age, I do not know if I look younger or older than I am, but it is not something that bothers me, I can say that, at my 38 years I feel and look good and mostly it is thanks to my skin color.