If you're anything like me, you have a certain passion for iced coffee with double cream and double sugar, and Ugg boots are basically your savior in the winter... and the fall... and probably those chilly days in the spring. If you're anything like me, you've been called "basic" in the sense that we are not unique because we like the same things that millions of other girls like.

So hear me when I say that I am not at all basic.

I'm almost positive that one of the first things that we learn when we're forming relationships is to never judge a book by its cover. Someone that walks by me when I'm carrying a mocha frappe from Starbucks would probably say "classic white girl." While many other girls my age would kill to be drinking the liquid gold that I am consuming, it doesn't mean that they are the same as me. They have other interests, other sexualities, different opinions, different hobbies, speak different languages, and are capable of things that I may not be. None of us are really that basic, are we? But you'll be stuck in the unfortunate position of not getting to know any one of us because we have all fallen under the "basic" category for you.

I feel sorry for you that you can't get to know me. I feel sorry that you'll never hear any of the witty remarks that come out of my "basic" mouth. It's too bad that you'll never get to hear me play an instrument because you pegged me as something that I surely am not since you believe I cannot be interesting based on my appearance. Just because I dress like the girl you assumed was boring on your last blind-date doesn't mean we share the same views, humor, or knowledge. I feel sorry for you that you're missing out on the greatness that is me.

So I like to be comfortable. Sue me, but don't put me in a little box you've made up in your head. I am not basic, I am an individual. And I'll continue to be an individual in my Ugg boots, thank you very much.