I have been the cliche alternative hippie at one stage of my life, the woman who boycotts bras and makeup, who does not even own a hairdryer and who goes about her day in sloppy jeans and tshirts. I am not sure if I was doing it because it felt right at the time or if it was because that was what all the good alternative people did.

After a couple of years of this, I realized that I like to wear lipstick. I like eyeliner, eyeshadow and other makeup. I enjoy styling my hair, and Heidi braids are not for me. I like my clothes to be more refined that sweatshirts and trainers. Bras are comfortable and I like having things supported.

I like soft pink.

I will not judge women who are comfortable in their Birks, men's sweaters and rugged cords with clean faces and hair pulled back in ponytails or braids. Please do not look at me in my tailored pants, ribbed fitted turtleneck, three inch heels and lipstick and assume that you know about my life and my beliefs. I am comfortable in my skin, having found the style that feels right for me. It has nothing to do with my ecological, social, political or religious beliefs.

If people want to be accepted with their dreadlocks, pierced noses and chunky Peruvian handknit sweaters, they should also accept that some people prefer other styles. It does not mean that we are not be kindred spirits inside.