Now that I think about it, the Audrey Hepburn thing is pretty interesting...

From what I remember, most of my childhood (read: life prior to adolescence) I was surrounded by white role models. We watched a lot of old movies with all white casts. My favorite Disney princess was Sleeping Beauty. I would sometimes pretend I had little blonde ringlets like Shirley Temple.

None of these things are really anyone’s fault. My dad just wanted me to see good movies; it’s not his fault so many lacked POC

My mom once asked me if I had ever had a black teacher... the answer was (and still is) no.

The only black role model I had at school was my guidance counselor in 7th and 8th grade. (She was actually the last good counselor/therapist I’ve had, but that’s a conversation for another time)

My mom often talks about my sister and I only having white history teachers. She told us that we aren’t getting a full perspective of American history. The older I get, the more I see this in my classes

Even family wise this applies. Although the main reason is because my mom’s side of the family is spread out across the US...

Most of the time when I mention extended family, I’m referring to my dad’s side. I usually end up hanging out with them; they live nearby, and it’s just more convenient.

But because of that, I don’t really know much about my black relatives. My mummum is the one person I have from my mom’s side who’s a reasonable driving distance.

I never really got to meet...