Acknowledgement of my status as a white privileged bitch

First thing first, a cold hard look at the truth of my situation.

I'm a white woman, privileged already by that simple fact.
My body shape is quite average, not super skinny, not fat. A healthy size, with a rounded stomach, like the renaissance nudes that I like so much, with some curves, but not too much.
I have an education, a bachelor's degree at the age of 22, and waiting to see if I'm accepted to grad school to pursue a master's.
My parents are supportive, and they even help me out financially, as I have a lot of student debt. Although I technically don't make a lot of money, I have a roof over my head, I'm warm, I have clothes that let me indulge in my gothic-inclined tastes, and I eat whenever I'm hungry.
Not only that, but I'm also living in Europe for the year, and I have a job that isn't too demanding, and they give me lot's of holidays. And I travel during those holidays, because I'm able to save money and spend it on exploring new places.

Sounds like I'm on the right track to be happy. But I'm not. And I realize that my situation should by default make me happy. I'm able to fulfill all of my basic needs and beyond. I feel like I'm not allowed to complain about my situation, because so many people in the world don't have access to half of what I take for grated. And it makes me feel ashamed of myself for being unable to appreciate those things to their just value.

For Christ's sake. I'm eating nutella out of the jar, and I'm contemplating which movie I should watch later this evening. What is that for a rough existence?

I'm constantly trying to reconcile one side of my self with the other side, and I'm utterly failing. I'm feeling empty most of the time. I have a hard time getting excited about anything. I put on a smile, a real smile, because I'm apparently able to control the muscles around my eyes that tell the difference between a genuine smile and a fake one. I fake that everything is alright, because I can't explain how it's not.