Who am I? I pondered as I pouted into the bathroom mirror this morning, channelling my inner Derek Zoolander.
Not really (I’ll have to do that tomorrow now…), but it is something I’ve been thinking about lately.
I recently started dipping into a book I’ve had on my shelf for a while - The Good Immigrant - in which “21 writers explore what it means to be Black, Asian and minority ethnic in Britain today.”
I’ve only read couple of the chapters so far, but it’s gotten me thinking about the layers of my own identity.
British.
Asian.
South Asian.
Indian.
Sikh.