I’m the only person in my family who doesn’t own a hair stylist.
I’m a pretty typical, middle-class woman who wears long, braided, ponytail hair that grows back every four years or so.
But there’s a reason for that.
I’m a woman of color.
In 2015, Australia had the second-highest proportion of people of colour living in urban areas, according to the Census.
The proportion of Indigenous Australians aged 18-24 living in Australia was also high at 13.7 per cent.
And that’s not even taking into account the number of people who have lived overseas for decades, who are often the ones who suffer the most from the social stigma of being black or brown.
So the idea that we’re a hair-dresser-friendly society doesn’t hold water.
If you ask me, Australia’s hair styles are pretty racist.
I have a deep, rich history with black hair, as a result of being born in the southern parts of the state of Victoria.
Growing up in a suburb of Melbourne, I’ve always been able to access my hair in a way that most people couldn’t.
When I was a teenager, my dad was a hairdresser.
That’s why I grew up with a lot of blonde hair and straight black hair.
But my parents, who were white, would say: “You’re a very good person, aren’t you?”
I would say yes and they would say, “That’s very nice.”
When my dad had a haircut, I always got the same response: “I love you, Dad.”
And my parents would say to me: “That hairstyle looks really nice, I’m glad you like it.”
But then I grew my hair out, and it just didn’t fit.
It was always very difficult to wear it because I didn’t want to look like I was wearing a wig.
So I’d have to shave it off.
Then I went to a haberdashery and I got a wig made for me, and that was the beginning of my journey.
I’ve been a hair hairderer ever since.
I started at the age of 14.
Haircuts were not part of my life until I was 16.
At that point I had been doing it for about 10 years and I was pretty sure I would be done by my mid-30s.
What I realised was that hair was really important to me.
My hair was very short and long and I loved wearing it.
Being a woman with curly hair, I didn.
People would ask me if I was black or white and I’d say, ‘Yes, I am.’ But I didn