In my PINK era

A color? A comeback.

Trigger Warning: SA

Let’s talk about pink. Millennial pink, Barbie pink, and just pink in all its unapologetically soft, feminine glory. For most of my life, I avoided it like the plague. Pink felt too vulnerable, too girly, too... much.

Fast forward to 2020 and I’m in my pink era… And it feels like reclaiming a part of myself I didn’t even realize I was missing.

As a little girl, I didn’t have the quintessential pink princess bedroom. No frilly bedspread, no pastel walls, no fairy tale kingdom vibe. That wasn’t me—or at least, it wasn’t my reality. I like to think the girls who grew up with those bedrooms are the ones who now have homes that scream boho chic. You know, the neutrals-only crowd with beige rugs and wicker accents. (No shade—your plant collection is thriving and I’ve barely watered mine this week.)

But me? I was never that girl. Pink wasn’t part of my story because I didn’t want it to be. It felt like a trap—too soft, too obvious, too ‘girly’. I was the anti-pink poster child. I hung out with the boys, wore camo, and lived in black hoodies that doubled as invisibility cloaks.

Truth is: I avoided being feminine because I thought femininity made me a target. When I was very young, someone made me feel unsafe in my own skin. SA has a way of reshaping how you see yourself—and how you think the world sees you.