“i fell off my pink cloud with a thud” // e. taylor
of all the things that i am; i am least of all, pink. that’s just what i am on the inside.
i poo-pooed the hue for years. turned up my nose, shook my head, snorted – loudly, obnoxiously.
i veered so far away from it, that when my daughter was born, whenever a gift was given with the colour tucked inside; i smiled, graciously accepted the token with appreciation, then passed it along to someone who would enjoy it more than i ever could or would.
and then, i think i softened. became a bit more chewy, and soft-centered, the smallest piece of bubble gum.
i began to see things through rose-tinted glasses – i’ve cushioned my disdain. i still won’t wear it, but i can’t deny – my view on pink has become rosier through the years.
➝ source : tonal gradient effect sweater via spencer vladimir
➝ source : faux fur skirt via stretsis