i asked myself, why do i like pink? if you were to take a peek at my closet, pink would be no where in sight. but if you took a moment to see my room, you'd see it all around. In my plushies, my books, my signature perfume, my posters, the ink that stains my post it notes. ppl who wear their favorite colors are lucky. you get to wear the color that you identify with, the color you instantly think of when you have a coloring sheet in front of you. and then suddenly, that piece of clothing becomes your favorite and you wear it constantly, despite ppl remembering you wore that two days ago. i can't do that, pink makes me seem darker, at least in my eyes, i don't know if thats even possible. it sounds crazy, but i hate the color on me. there's nothing wrong with being dark. until you go to your hometown and everyone there is pale as snow and they are considered pretty, while you are just, well you. so i take it upon myself to accessorize everything in pink. from the pencils that live at the bottom of my backpack, to the pink lipgloss (its sheer) with the missing cap. and ofc, my profiles on social media. i may not wear it, but i want people to be reminded of me when they see pink. why? bc pink has always appeared, even when i despised it. and when i was desperate to find myself, pink was the first i swore to make mine. ofc its not just mine, but as long as i have life, pink will always be there to remind me that there is beauty in me. even if i struggle to find it.
