When Bellen Woodard was in third grade, a classmate asked, “Can you please pass the skin-colored crayon?”
Bellen had heard that question many times before. But this time something bothered her. She was the only Black girl in her grade. While peach matched most of her classmates’ skin colors, it didn’t match hers. So why did everyone call it the skin-colored crayon?
“It made me feel not as important,” says Bellen, now in fifth grade. “Like there’s only one skin color.”
Bellen knew different kids all around the world used other colors to draw themselves. She wanted to change the way her friends thought about skin color. But how could she help them to do that?