It must have been the hottest day in summer, and as usual, I was wearing my long sleeve black sweater. Heading down into the subway, I was hesitant to take it off. But I walked into the subway and into the train car. Of course there is no air conditioning. I had to take it off. As I began to take my sweater off, I felt one stare. In a matter of seconds, I felt four.
Pretending not to notice, I sat down, counting down the stops. Not a minute after sitting, a woman leaned over to me and said, “Why are you bleaching your skin? Are you not proud of your skin? You young girls need to embrace who you are.”
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