Micro-aggressions have been part of my life for as long as I can remember. From my earliest memories in the hairdresser’s chair, fair or tanned (depending on the time of year) I aroused curiosity with my hair and eyebrows ‘too dark and thick to be English’.
“Where are you from?” they’d ask.
“Where did you get such dark and lovely hair?” they’d ask.
The response of “Bristol” never seemed to bring them satisfaction.