Pretty in Pink?

It is amazing the power of pink. Pink means so much to so many people. It is more than a color it has become a symbol. To some a symbol of oppression, to others a symbol of freedom, and yet to others a symbol of innocence and little lace dresses.

I have had a relationship with pink all my life. At first I liked it alright, but just couldn't get into it completely so picked the closest thing to it without having the stigma of pink...I chose lavender, and not just any lavender but a very reddish pink lavender. Even at the young age of 9 I found the power of pink, and decided to be the rebel to show I wasn't just any other girl. When my dad asked me what color I wanted my room I proudly shouted purple. Course my sister being even more of a reble and 6 years older chose blue. But I didn't let that daunt me. As I aged I sickened of pastels I clung onto dark colors, glorifying them by calling them "jewel tones" but they were just dark green, dark blue, dark red on occassion and black. I wasn't goth I wasn't one of the "bad kids" in fact I was always the good one, but I shirked all that was overtly girly which meant to me without substance. The girls that had pink anything were blonde, skinny, and talked like there was nothing more important than the shoes they just bought at Nordstroms.

In college I fell even farther from pink and all things girly. The weight I gained didn't help, I covered with dark big clothing. And since I was in geology I used it as an excuse to own flannel, harley t shirts and warn jeans...oh and yes Birkenstock's.

After college I started to really started to break free. Break free of an oppressive relationship, heartbreaks, and found myself independent for the first time ever. I realized that I needed to embrace my true self and that was feminine. I found that I liked pink. It took me awhile before I said that out loud. Gradually I accepted it and really embraced it. I found power in pink. I was a strong independent woman and I still liked pink. I didn't have blond hair I loved getting dirty and wasn't trying to find a childhood. Or was I? Either way I now find really loving pink, which is now more like magenta and hot pink for me, it is being a rebel. How interesting how the tides turn and somehow it always comes full circle.