I used to hate the color pink. Seriously, I hated wearing it, I mocked it, I degraded it. And then, last summer, my mother bought me two pink shirts and a peach one.
I started wearing them to work the next week, when I got home, and everyone complimented me on them.
And I liked it.
I liked the color, I liked the way it made me look, I liked all of it. God help me, I like pink. I even went and bought a pink, striped, shirt from GAP.
This is a big deal. I generally avoid patterened shirts. Not anymore.
I think I’m growing up.