Trapped In The Body Of A White Girl

Okay, confession time. Sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped. Trapped in the body of a... well, a white girl.

The Hair Situation

Let's start with the hair. It's just... there. Blonde-ish, fine-ish. Styling? Forget about it. A ponytail is a major win.

Meanwhile, I dream of bold braids and vibrant colors. Is that too much to ask? I think not!

Oh, the tan. Or lack thereof. I burn. I peel. I maybe get a slight redness that fades by Tuesday.

Spray tans are a gamble. Fake it 'til you make it? More like fake it 'til you're orange.

Rihanna can rock a tan effortlessly. We can't all be winners, I guess.

My closet is a sea of beige. And pastel. Where's the edge? The drama? The *sparkle*?

I see girls rocking bold prints and daring silhouettes. Then I look at my sensible sweaters. Sigh.

Maybe I'll start a rebellion. One sequin at a time.

Let's be real, the typical "white girl" playlist has its moments. But sometimes, I crave something more. Something with *bass*.

I yearn for the days of head-banging rock and roll. Led Zeppelin anyone?

Is it wrong to want to mosh in a beige sweater? I don't think so.

The dreaded "basic" label. Pumpkin spice lattes. Ugg boots. Yoga pants. Are they comfortable? Yes. Are they revolutionary? Debatable.

I'm not saying I haven't succumbed to the lure of a PSL. But I also drink black coffee. Balance is key.

Oh, the dancing. Bless our hearts. Some rhythm...somewhere.

My moves are best described as "enthusiastic" and "slightly off-beat." I'm working on it.

Beyoncé could give lessons. I'd be a star student. Probably.

Of course, it's important to acknowledge the privileges that come with being white. That's a whole other conversation.

But sometimes, I just want to rock a bold lip color without feeling like I'm appropriating something. Is that so wrong?

So, here I am. Trapped (kind of) in the body of a white girl. Embracing the beige and the basics (sometimes).

Trying to add a little spice to the mix. One sequin, one bass drop, one slightly-off-beat dance move at a time.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll escape. Or maybe I'll just learn to rock the blonde hair and sensible shoes. Either way, it'll be entertaining.

Ultimately it's all about self-love and being true to yourself!