Yeah, that’s me. My skin is white, I like to where yoga pants, and I really do like to drink my flavored coffees. I suppose that makes me a ‘white girl’. I am not ashamed to be a white girl. It is the way I was born. My mom is white, my dad is white, and my little brother is white too. Together, we are a white family.

I go to school and I am mocked. I am mocked for the type of music I enjoy. I listen to Taylor Swift, and I am mocked for the clothes I wear. I find yoga pants to be quite comfortable. When I meet people for the first time all they see is a white girl. Often, people come up to me and insult me for being a white girl. It is acceptable to be hateful, because I am white. No one seems to find anything wrong with judging person because of the color of their skin. When I talk about people being raciest towards me they laugh, because I am white.

I turn on social media and I see how white girls are dumb. How we all like do the same thing. I see that we are all prejudice and cannot think for ourselves. I hear the white girl insults and I ask myself, should I feel less than, because of the color of my skin? Should I feel guilty, because of the sins of my ancestors? Should I be ashamed, because of the mistakes of others?

I am more than just the color of my skin. I am a person. I have hopes, goals and dreams. I have fears, and feelings. Sometimes, I get hurt and feel offended. I have opinions on politics and the world around me. I have thoughts on religion and our purpose in life. I am proud of who I am. I do not think that is wrong. Although I am a white girl, I am not a ‘white girl’.