I’m sippin’ on my vanilla latte while scrolling through Instagram, secretly loving the picture that I wouldn’t dare to like of the girl I sort of know from my psych class last semester. I spend way too much of my time taking selfies, and of course, sport the yoga pants and Ugg boots to class the second it drops below 60 degrees.
As I sit and ponder these qualities I have seemed to acquire over the last few months, I am realizing that my vow to never become a "basic white girl" is being flushed down the toilet. Done. Gone. Over with. It's all happening right before my eyes. I'm officially morphing into the girl I promised for myself and for the well-being of others I would never become. This should be a tragedy. I have thought for so long that being one of "them" could only end in disaster, but the reality of the situation is that maybe being a BWG is just really f*****g awesome. And while you may judge me, I’m living the life. You may talk about how “basic” I am, and how I probably have nothing going on in my head, but little do you know I am perfectly happy living the life I am.
I roll out of bed everyday and throw on the effortless look that other girls may envy. Boys may complain about how often I wear leggings, but secretly, they all love it. My hair may be a tangled mess on top of my head, but you didn’t know it took me eight tries and about 17 bobby pins to get this perfectly undone look. Sure, my makeup may be the “natural look,” but the natural look doesn’t come easy.
And yes, these leggings are from Victoria’s Secret, and my oversized sweater is from Forever 21 (which took me two hours to find in their racks of mess), thank you for noticing. Have you ever tried on a pair of leggings? They are the most comfy article of clothing I own! I do shop at PINK a lot, because “seven for $27” is a pretty great deal. My scarf is cute and trendy and keeps me warm during those cold walks to Starbucks.
Alas, I do tend to frequent Starbucks. I'll take a tall vanilla latte--extra vanilla, or the grande caramel Frappuccino--with extra caramel drizzle. It helps me stay awake through my morning classes and makes for a great Snapchat story. They also have the best bagels. With one right around the corner, how can I resist? In the fall I probably light a candle that smells like pumpkin spice. Why? Because it smells awesome. Deal with it.
My dream date? Well of course it’s Netflixing or gazing at the stars. Not only have I watched "Gossip Girl" two times through, but I cried when Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf finally got married, and felt complete when Dan and Serena ended up together. I felt as though I was a part of them. As for social media, you can hit me up on Snapchat, follow me on Instagram, and totally feel free to tweet at me! When I finish scrolling through one outlet, I click on to the next one, and the next one, and the next one until I have finally caught up on what's happening in the world. It keeps me updated on my friend’s lives, what they like to do, and whom they’ve been hanging out with.
So while I may spend a few too many dollars at Starbucks, and I may seem as though I have it all together with my iPhone in hand, my perfectly messy bun on my head, looks can be deceiving. By no means am I as put together as my Instagram may reflect. The selfie I just recently posted probably has about 46 strikingly similar pictures but didn’t make the cut. I am more than my Starbucks drink. I am a strong independent woman who just happens to have my iPhone clutched in my hand at all times, and that probably straightened my hair, even though it was already straight. I do shop at stores other than PINK and Forever 21, but they're my favorite and that probably won't change for a while. I might’ve never wanted to become one of them, but now I realize that once you go BWG, you never go back. Because literally, like OMG, who cares what people think? Call me basic all you want, I’ll be over here taking pictures of my froyo and loving every second of it.
