I lived a normal life for the most part. As I become older, I realized that others would become more hurtful. There were so many instances where I was bullied due to my skin color. Some people would show empathy towards me, while others would treat me badly. As a result, I would often times have strong thoughts of suicide. I started to analyze my life. I felt inspired through the love of my grandfather and the few good friends that stood by me in my life. I had a choice. Suicide or fight! I made a conscious decision to fight! Fight within myself, with the person who is weak enough to accept his skin condition. I accepted my skin and I started loving it. Just as if I was falling in love with a beautiful girl!