Pink.
I used to hate it. Have a real problem with it. Avoid it and ocassionally even point it out as a flaw on others.
I think in some ways I found it embodied traits that I just couldn't stand.
The overall superficiality associated with girliness I saw everywhere around me.
I was that age where image was important and I didn't want to be a stupid girlie girl.
People needed to see me as independant, intelligent and not fluff.
Perhaps with experience comes wisdom and a broadening of opinion.
I have learned that one can be respectable and feminine all rolled up in a cupcake together.
And there is no reason not to involve the color pink in the process.
It's cute. And helps me feel pretty. A little pink never hurt anyone, in fact I rather like it now.
Embracing my girlie side never felt so wonderful.
Next comes the lace!
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