Pink. The colour, not the singer.
I never liked pink when I was little. I grew up with two older brothers, playing with Playmobil and Scalextric, inheriting jumpers and comic books, and the odd mix tape. They would fight me and I would fight back (for two minutes before I would scream “Muuuuuummy, Jose and Juan are hitting me!!!). No. There wasn’t room for pink.
But I grew up, I changed. And suddenly, about 5 years ago, I realised that I DO like pink. Actually, I love it! It’s such a beautiful colour! It’s fresh, bold, in-your-face and cheeky! Forget pastel tones, you have to go for the real magenta type. The brighter, the better.
I like it so much, that one day I am going to spend a fortune painting my car pink. I could have gone for a lovely pink car already, as Nissan Micra has a special edition, very Barbie-like. But destiny made me wait…
Recently, a friend of mine discovered my new “pink-tendencies” and thought I was joking.
- “You of all people, Maria, I cannot believe it”
- “But there’s nothing wrong with it!” said I, leaving behind years and years of hard-earned tomboyness and hatred for anything feminine.But don’t take me wrong, my favourite colour still is BLUE. Not the boy-band, the colour.
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