I often find myself at a strange crossroads between the former and the latter. On one hand, I enjoy being a caricature of Southern charm. I really like monograms, cowboy boots, and Lilly Pulitzer. But on the other hand, I really don’t enjoy playing into stereotypes of stupidity and ignorance. When people think Southern, they can sometimes think of intolerance and racism. I identify with neither of those. However, I also don’t really identify with the combat boots and militancy that has come to caricature activism.
It’s an interesting dynamic. I am proud to identify as a Southerner, but I am also proud to identify as a feminist and as an activist. I guess it’s really about standing behind your convictions, even if they are seen as social contradictions of one another.
I am learning so much, doing so much, and seeing so much. I have what feels like nine thousand different opportunities being thrown at me at once. I am so fortunate and I am so ready to accept all of them.