Walking through the sweetness aisles as a young girl, I stood in front of partitions that displayed women of shades and features unlike my very own applying products like mascara or straightening their hair. The wonder world that my white friends indulged in didn't entice me because I knew regardless of what I did, I'd not appear like the attractive models that were pictured. Growing up, I didn't have the privilege of seeing representation of a brown Hijabi woman that loved who she was and wasn't a negative stereotype of what the media thought Muslim women were like. I used to be always othered, from my jogging pants that I wore in gym class to my colourful hijab that stood...
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