When I was younger, I deeply hated the color pink.
My favorite color constantly changed as I journeyed through life and encountered various experiences. However, everything fell into place during eighth grade when I discovered my newfound affection for the color pink.
Since then, my life quite literally revolved around the color pink.
One day, somewhere between middle school and high school, my friends and I were sharing what color represents our energy, and the moment my friend said that I radiated the color pink as a person was the day that it permanently stuck with me.
Almost everything that I own is pink, from my favorite sweaters down to the iPhone I have. Every day when I walk into work I am constantly asked the same repetitive question, however, this question excites me, and brings a sense of warmth to my mind: “Is your favorite color pink?” However it’s quite obvious as the color of my everyday lip balm, water bottle, smartphone, and jewelry is all the same shade of pastel pink, I still always feel appreciated that everyone notices my favorite color.
To me, pink represents more than just a color in my mind; it embodies a sense of warmth and affection that constantly brings me comfort, in the moments I need it most. Getting out of my bed in the morning to go to the gym feels relatively better when putting on my pink athletic shorts while carrying my pastel pink Owala.
While my laptop background might seem a bit overwhelming at times, the vibrant array of pastel pink widgets adorned with beautifully curated shell-pink images brings me a sense of tranquility like nothing else can. Although to others, this obsession with the color pink could be seen as ridiculous, I would never change a thing.
In a world full of darkness and cruelty, pink lives on the other side, constantly representing the color of affection, love, and to me, inner peace. The color pink is gentle and doesn’t come off with as much aggression as the color red, however, it holds more personality than the color white, and the mixture of the two creates a perfect hue.
When I find myself gasping for air, the soft hues of my pastel pink room wrap around me like a warm embrace, offering a soothing refuge.
While life can be tough at times, my passion for the color pink serves as a source of strength for me. Despite my hatred for school, at times, and the effort it takes to be productive, the simple joy that pink brings me is a constant reminder that there are still things worth pursuing and enjoying.
