My favourite colour is pink. It has always been that way. Give me a set of products to choose from, and I will take pink. And if that’s not available, I’ll go for red or purple. There is no other way. Why do I stick with this, even as an adult?
Pink, pink, pink
From early childhood on, pink was always my favourite colour. My mother’s favourite was blue, and I grew to detest it. Many items and pieces of furniture in my room were blue. Most were second-hand, and I guess it was just convenient. I did get to choose my wallpaper which was heavily decorated with depictions of cartoon girls, all cute and pink. It was way too busy for the room, but I loved it.
Eleven years ago, when I left my previous boyfriend and went to live on my own again, I loved that I was once again able to buy pink household goods. I found a pink drying rack for the dishes, and it was my most prized possession. It felt so me.
I remember, while working in a supermarket, I was carrying around a small notebook with Disney Princesses on the cover. It was the perfect size for small notes. Coworkers and customers looked at me strangely for using such a frilly, girlish item, but I loved the tiny ray of sunshine is provided me in a dark and glum situation. The work wasn’t nice, the people were unfriendly, so please let me enjoy this teensy bit of happiness the booklet gave me.
Sweet and Kind
According to Empowered By Color, people who love pink are loving, kind, generous and sensitive to the needs of others. According to them, I’m a nurturer, and I’m maternal.
Yes, this is how I would like to see myself, how I would love to bear myself in the world. My life has tainted me, though. I want to see the good in everyone and believe they have the right intentions always, but I’ve been hurt too many times to still believe this.
The world is too dark for softies like I am at heart. Especially in the outside world, I need to hide this. People aren’t honest and prey on the weakest ones.
Only A Select Few
So yes, my room is pink, but only a few people get to enter and enjoy it.
It is because of this outside threat that I continue to buy everything cute and pink. I only need to turn on the news to see darkness and despair. So please, let me surround myself with unicorns and rainbows. My world is safe for me. My husband, my cats and some of my friends get to see my loving, nurturing side. The rest of the world has lost that right.