preference or adherence?
i’m sick of pink — which is a terrible way to feel about my favorite color. in the same sense that you get tired of an overplayed melody you once loved due to repetition.
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i see it everywhere: especially in media, wherever femininity is due to be expressed to the point that it somehow feels performative because so many people have a liking for it. but when does a particular thing start being something you like for yourself and stop being a trademark for a collective — newly enlightened that exaggerated, hyperfeminine aesthetics associated with the color are something to be embraced?
i have identified myself to be part of that collective, but it feels as though i’ve yet to halt this bad habit of wanting to ‘fit into the narrative’. to like the things other people like at the cost of ignoring other possibilities. adhering to what was typical and expected instead of expanding and making room for more. making room for freedom to express and paint in different colors. purple rather than pink, self-expression rather than molding yourself to the ideal.
we cage ourselves in labels when we should be spreading our wings — making room for change instead of choosing to be stuck.
