I keep seeing memes poking fun at “basic b*tches.” You know the white girl with the Pumpkin spice latte, blow-out, puffy vest and yoga pants. I laugh, because I spent a good part of the my life working to achieve basic. I used to drive quirky cars that broke down regularly and my clothes were a collection of hand-me-downs and thrift shop finds. My parents didn’t believe in television, so we didn’t even know what was cool or in fashion.

Now, I drive common vehicles that are reliable, nobody comments on my eclectic “style” and the bills are paid so I can even afford to go out for a coffee or take a yoga class. I feel part of the group, included.

To me, basic is middle class and I don’t hate it. It means that your life is stable and your experiences are relatable. You only stand out if you want to, not because you’re awkward, strange or poor.