Bianca Caruana

I am my father’s daughter, as challenging as it is, at times, to associate myself with the man whose indoctrination forbids him from seeing me as the woman I am today.

By the age of three, my wild halo of dark curls and olive skin bore an obvious imprint of the ancient Mediterranean world. Though born on Gadigal Country, all who knew me could see that my story had begun long before my birth on Aust