Even as a small child, I have hated the color pink. I guess that I associated it with being a girly-girl. And then there is the sterotyping that goes with "pink is for girls and blue is for boys". What hogwash!
When I was able to choose my own clothes, I liked things that were simple. I never wanted to be lacy because it always made me feel foolish. I leaned towards yellow and my room was lavender. My favorite dress was crisp and white, with tiny red cherries for buttons and on the bodice.
Rebecca seldom wore pink as a baby. My mum bouoght her some clothes as when she was fresh born and knowing how I felt about pink she bought a little white dress with purple rosebuds on it (still have it) and a mint green one.
Then, on a paricularly ordinary day, I worked late (what else is new) and was particular exhausted as I left the school. Walking to my car, I turned the corner of the building a was exposed to a glorious sunset. The sky was alive with color. There was orange, and purple and at least ten different shades of pink. It was so comforting, soothing.
I said, "Okay, God, now I get pink." And from that day until this, it has been my favorite color.
