"Uneducated" And "Privileged White Girl"

"Uneducated" And "Privileged White Girl"

A response to the common thread of comments: this so-called "uneducated" and "privileged white girl" is proud of her upbringing.

The other day, I succumbed to reading through some of the comments posted on a few of my more controversial articles. Immediately, I thought to myself, this was a terrible idea. People are incredibly opinionated, and when those opinions are challenged, it seems that it's only natural to express thoughts in a very aggressive and hateful manner.

As I continued to read, I noticed a common thread throughout the posts — the notion that I am an uneducated, privileged white girl. Contrary to what I'm sure those posting these words intended, this type of comment does not hurt my feelings. It does, however, motivate me to stand up for myself and other "uneducated" and "privileged white girls."

First of all, I would like to point out, that being uneducated and privileged contradict each other a bit. If I was supposedly so "privileged" growing up, wouldn't an education go hand-in-hand with that type of upbringing?

Regardless of the financial stability of my parents or social class I grew up in, I worked incredibly hard throughout my years in public schooling and will be completing my bachelor's degree a year early. I am a very educated young woman. I graduated with high honors from my high school and have been on the Dean's List since my first semester in college: none of which have anything to do with my social class, but my work ethic. I work very hard to form my opinions based on education.

I'd also like to bring to attention that 99.9 percent of the comments left on my posts are laced with profanity. Instead of forming a sentence with strong vocabulary, I guess my opposer's points were better conveyed through cursing. Profanity is considered by the highest scholars as "words of the uneducated." And with that, my first point has been made.

I was lucky enough to grow up in a home where I watched my parents leave for work every morning at 7 a.m., and come home at 7 p.m. I was brought up in a home that taught me that with hard work comes reward. My parents both have provided more than enough to keep our family afloat. That being said, my parents weren't handed their salaries on a silver platter. They weren't born into money, they don't rely on anyone but themselves and they weren't handed their jobs because of a last name or high stature in the community. My parents started from the bottom and worked hard to give me a "privileged" life. They put money away from the day I started elementary school to provide me a college education and they taught me to respect the efforts they put in to provide a chance for opportunity.

If that is what being a "privileged white girl" means, then please, type those words in every comment. Since when does being taught responsibility and obtaining a strong work ethic to provide financial stability for my family act as grounds for an insult? I'm not insulted by these words. I am proud of them because I am proud to have a family that taught me to work hard and to earn every dollar I make. Nothing has been handed to me. I worked every day to get into a good college, I work hard for my paycheck, and I work to gain the respect of my peers as a strong and independent individual.

I am a very educated young woman. And I grew up a "privileged white girl" because my parents have killed themselves for almost 21 years to make sure I learned to work so that my children would, too, grow up privileged.

I am proud of myself and my upbringing. I am proud of my education and the parents who allowed me to receive one. I am also proud of my opinions and will continue to voice them regardless of those who oppose me or those who believe I have no right to form them.

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To The Girl Struggling With Her Body Image

It's not about the size of your jeans, but the size of your heart, soul, and spirit.


To the girl struggling with her body image,

You are more than the number on the scale. You are more than the number on your jeans and dresses. You are way more than the number of pounds you've gained or lost in whatever amount of time.

Weight is defined as the quantity of matter contained by a body or object. Weight does not define your self-worth, ambition or potential.

So many girls strive for validation through the various numbers associated with body image and it's really so sad seeing such beautiful, incredible women become discouraged over a few numbers that don't measure anything of true significance.

Yes, it is important to live a healthy lifestyle. Yes, it is important to take care of yourself. However, taking care of yourself includes your mental health as well. Neglecting either your mental or physical health will inflict problems on the other. It's very easy to get caught up in the idea that you're too heavy or too thin, which results in you possibly mistreating your body in some way.

Your body is your special, beautiful temple. It harbors all of your thoughts, feelings, characteristics, and ideas. Without it, you wouldn't be you. If you so wish to change it in a healthy way, then, by all means, go ahead. With that being said, don't make changes to impress or please someone else. You are the only person who is in charge of your body. No one else has the right to tell you whether or not your body is good enough. If you don't satisfy their standards, then you don't need that sort of negative influence in your life. That sort of manipulation and control is extremely unhealthy in its own regard.

Do not hold back on things you love or want to do because of how you interpret your body. You are enough. You are more than enough. You are more than your exterior. You are your inner being, your spirit. A smile and confidence are the most beautiful things you can wear.

It's not about the size of your jeans. It's about the size of your mind and heart. Embrace your body, observe and adore every curve, bone and stretch mark. Wear what makes you feel happy and comfortable in your own skin. Do your hair and makeup (or don't do either) to your heart's desire. Wear the crop top you've been eyeing up in that store window. Want a bikini body? Put a bikini on your body, simple.

So, as hard as it may seem sometimes, understand that the number on the scale doesn't measure the amount or significance of your contributions to this world. Just because that dress doesn't fit you like you had hoped doesn't mean that you're any less of a person.

Love your body, and your body will love you right back.

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Don't Be Afraid of Changing Your College Plan

It really isn't THAT bad...


I can't claim to have any deep wisdom on life, but I at least have some good experience with a highly turbulent college career. I started as a game design major in a tech college in Rochester, NY, transferred to a college in Texas, and now I'm an English major at CofC.

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When I started college I was completely confident in what I wanted to do and what my future would look like. I thought it would be ridiculous for someone to stray from their initial path. That idea led to me deciding to transfer later than was smart.

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