It doesn’t matter where I turn up, I can never suppress my own particular brand of weirdness. Friends have described me as a maverick, and I will admit I’m unique – or whatever other label you might choose to describe being different from the herd.
In a majority white environment, it might be my brown skin and my mixed Indian-Kenyan-British heritage that sets me apart; in male-dominated spaces, it’s being a woman that marks me out. Elsewhere it’s my education, my west London twang or even my Jain faith.
