The question “where are you from?” is a hard one to answer, especially if the person asking is trying to figure out why I look the way I do.

It’s hard to find the right hair products that work for my hair.

It’s hard to find make-up, tights and/or plasters that match my skin tone.

When I walk into a shop, the security guard is likely to keep a closer eye on me because of the colour of my skin.

When I am passing through security or immigration in an airport, I am often randomly stopped and asked more questions compared to other people of a different skin colour.

The books I read at school rarely have characters that share the same skin colour as me.

In the movies I watch, the characters who share the same skin colour as me are rarely the heroes.

In the history I have studied, my ancestors are not given much attention or credit.

In the news, the people who share the same skin colour as me are often portrayed as poor, helpless, and/or dangerous.

From kindergarten to this day, the teachers I have had don’t share the same skin colour as me.

The festivals and holidays my family celebrate are not usually celebrated in schools.

People online or in public have directed racist slurs at me.

When I am told about national heritage, about human history or about civilisation, I am shown people who do not share the same culture or skin colour as me.

I am often asked to speak for all the people of my racial, cultural and/or religious group.

Whenever I ask to speak to “the person in charge,” I can be sure that I will be facing someone who does not have the same skin colour as me.

I am unable to discuss my racialized experiences openly and honestly at school or at work.

I can’t do well in a challenging situation without being called a credit to my race.

I am made acutely aware that my shape, bearing or body odour will be taken as a reflection on my race.

I can’t be sure that if I need legal or medical help, my race will not work against me.

I can’t choose blemish coverings or bandages in "flesh" colour and have them more or less match my skin.

I will not feel welcomed and "normal" in the usual walks of public life, institutional and social.

I don’t tend to whisper other races when I am talking about them in conversation.

I have been mocked for my accent.

A stranger has asked to touch my hair or asked if it is real.