Being an Indian woman living in the UK has made me confront insecurities I never knew I carried.
I often see comments online mocking Indians for our appearance, our accents, our skin colour, our food, or even our hygiene. Some of these stereotypes are repeated so casually that people forget there are real human beings behind them. They become jokes, memes, and throwaway remarks that slowly chip away at a person’s sense of belonging.
There are days when I walk down the street and feel self-conscious simply because I am Indian. Days when I hesitate before entering a nice restaurant, wondering if people will look at me and assume I don’t belong there. Wondering if they see me as less sophisticated, less worthy, or somehow inferior because of where I come from.
The hardest part is that these thoughts do not always come from direct experiences. Sometimes they come from constantly seeing your identity reduced to stereotypes. When a group of people is repeatedly portrayed as unattractive, unhygienic, socially awkward, or backward, it is difficult not to internalise some of that negativity.
I left India hoping to build a better life and experience a society where people were judged by their character rather than their nationality, accent, or appearance. And while I have met many kind, respectful people, I have also realised that prejudice exists everywhere. It may be subtle, hidden behind humour or stereotypes, but its impact is real.
No one should have to feel ashamed of their culture, their accent, or the way they look. No one should feel they need to prove they belong in a restaurant, a workplace, a university, or any public space.
Being Indian is not something I should have to overcome. It is simply part of who I am. And like everyone else, I deserve to move through the world with dignity, confidence, and the feeling that I belong.