Why are they black?

Even from the very young age, I knew that I am black, since everybody said so. My mother bought me everything she could get hold of to make me beautiful, ribbons 🎀, all kinds of ornaments, slides, (no readymade clothes at that time,) she sewed beautiful frocks for me. I was the most well dressed kid in the block. But it created a complex in my mind. May be a habit is formed & so even today I dress neatly.
I went to an American’s house to buy a furniture in 1980’s after migrating to USA. The lady of the house was so excited to see me and blurted out.
“Oh my God ! Look at you. So pretty! What a color you have got? We go to beach, sauna … to get a better color! Still it is no where near yours, we get. OMG! I am so excited , sorry for being so open like this!”
We were strangers. I smiled and told her. “Will you please write it down for me so that it will become a record and I will frame it and hang it at my home.”
I remember this very clearly because it made a big impact on my outlook about my color.
Now I don’t have any complex about anything. Now I am so grateful and content for the beauty He gave me as well as all the other blessings, I was given.
We shouldn’t feel bad about our look, it is like criticizing the creator!
When I look in the mirror, I thank God for giving me this much beauty. All my body parts are perfect too.
What did I do to deserve it.
Nothing!
I stopped complaining to God about his masterpiece, “me”.