For me, Black History Month is an opportunity to celebrate my identity and all those of African descent, who have had to stand up for being Black and being respected as part of the community they live in.
I have always encouraged people to stand up for who they are if they have been made to feel they don’t belong, simply because they don’t conform with what is deemed as ‘socially acceptable’.
I can remember when I was at university, which was only 12 years ago, a white British student in my class said that Black people didn’t ‘talk proper’. We were in a sociology lecture and were reflecting on how different groups in society bring different fashion styles and slang when expressing themselves in music.
When I was younger, growing up in an affluent county near London in the nineties, I was lucky enough to have multiple cultures around me. However, through my exposure to British TV, Disney films and my predominantly white friends, I was left with the feeling that my ‘look’ was not acceptable and that only having straight hair and green eyes was beautiful. So, when I was a teenager, I chemically straightened my hair and I wore green, or sometimes purple, colour contact lenses to fit in with this dominant concept of beauty.
At primary school, I was put in a class for children who needed additional support – the reasons for which neither myself nor my parents were aware. When I got to secondary school, which had a larger population of students with parents from non-British countries, I was told I did not need additional help and I remained in the top classes throughout my time there. In fact, the teacher was baffled as to why I had been put into additional support classes in the first place.
It is through my relationships with people who believed in me, who looked past the colour of my skin, and who put their community first, that I have learnt to love parts of humanity. I now embrace my natural hair and have styles that are representative of my West Indian heritage.