The bathroom mirror had become her enemy.
Every morning, I'd watch my 15-year-old daughter Maya stare at the dark patches on her cheeks and forehead. Those stubborn spots left behind from a bad breakout last summer.
She'd spend 45 minutes layering concealer and foundation just to feel confident enough to go to school. But I could see right through the makeup to the pain underneath.
The worst part was watching her cancel plans with friends, ask to skip picture day, and quit the volleyball team she loved—all because she felt ashamed of her skin.
As a mother, it broke my heart because I knew exactly how she felt. I'd struggled with the same dark spots at her age.
As a woman with rich melanin, I thought maybe this was just our fate, that dark spots were something we had to live with.
I couldn't have been more wrong.






