I went through the same, except it was "thank God you have pretty hair and a slim nose/high cheekbones, shame you didn't get the light skin". I actually stayed away from lighter complected/mixed men for that reason although they love the kid.
My husband is Cuban and he reminds me a lot of my dad. I don't really care anymore, although I do get my family still petting my hair like a dog. They used to fawn over my little ringlets of curls when
I was like 3 in Harlem running amuck. They however did always used to point out I was still dark to bring me down a peg. After a while, my father kept me away from them. I lived in the hood, men didn't care much, although most did see me as "exotic" and I fit in with the Spanish chicks. I was still thin and quiet. I had to develop a personality basically. I looked up to Kelis, I had my curls out cause of that Caught Out There video when I was 13. I don't really surround myself with color struck people tbh. It also wasn't a big deal to me to date different cultures, cause I kept it black. I dated Dominican, Jamaican, black American, and now Cuban. Colorism is an all around problem tbh. Some people really fear having kids coming out dark with "black features".