My TwentySomethingYearOld Life: Basic & Proud

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to embrace the inevitable and declare myself to my true identity: BASIC. I knew the only way to do so was to jump the gun and immerse myself into full on “basicity”. I already have devoted myself to a lifelong of Starbucks drinks as I flash my gold member card with pride and “can’t even” on a daily basis, sometimes I even take the extra mile as I “literally can’t even”. The next obvious step was to follow in the steps of my Queen, T-Swift, and chop my hair off. As I sat in the hair salon and my Kate Spade covered iPhone dinged with the consistency that can only be a result of group messaging, I took a hard look in the mirror and it was almost as if the basic clouds opened up and the angels came down and whispered “you’re now basic” into my ears. The hairdresser put my hair in a ponytail and cut it free. She handed me my hair and for the third time, I was able to donate my hair for those who need it more than I do. I am not naïve though, I know majority of those I encounter will look me up and down and assume that my hair is short for reasons none other than “it’s trendy” and be linked to being “basic”. Truth be told, I am okay with that. For the last 8 years I’ve donated my hair three times. I don’t do it for the recognition, I don’t do it because I want others to say kind words to me, I don’t do it for any other reason other than I want to. At a fairly young age I learned that life is precious and that life, no matter how young, can be lost. I wanted to make my mark on this world and help make a difference, no matter how small or insignificant. If the small impact I can make in this world can be to give those what I have plenty of, my hair, then I’m okay with that. I love basic stuff, I love Taylor’s album 1989, I do love Starbucks, and I love my short hair and I could care less what other’s think about it. I am BASIC AND PROUD!