There
is one mention in Louisa May Alcott's 1880 novel Little Women about how Meg tied
ribbons on her twins to tell them apart—pink for the girl and blue for the
boy. Eventually department stores began
doing the same, and pink has ever since been considered a color for girls.
Though
in the last decade I've seen a host of Easter egg colors, including pink, make
their way into men's wear, they always seem to be a passing fad. I hear things like, "It takes a secure man to wear pink," and then the color fades from the spotlight in men's wear. Pink simply can't go the distance in men's
clothing. And perhaps due to the
feminist movement, and women wanting to be taken seriously, pink even fell into
disrepute with women. It was the color
worn by ditsy bimbos with no aspirations beyond the kitchen. An intelligent woman, simply didn't wear pink.
I
went through my anti-pink phase to be sure.
I wasn't a little girl anymore, and wanted to be taken seriously as an adult. I had an intelligent mind (still do) and I wanted that
to show, so for many years I stayed away from anything pink like it would
instantly lower my IQ if I even got too near it. Black was my preferred color. Then something wonderful happened—I know what
you're thinking, and No, it wasn't that Legally Blonde came out and
showed us all that a woman can be smart and successful while still being
beautiful and wearing a crap-ton of pink, although let's face it, that movie
did a lot to change our minds about pink.
No, the thing that happened was that I began to feel confident enough in
myself—looks and intelligence-- to wear pink.
I
still remember the day I came to the office wearing color. Not pink, but a pale blue sweater and khaki slacks,
not the most adventurous outfit in the world, I'll admit, but my coworkers
heads all turned. One even hopped up
from her chair and said, “Leandra!
You're...wearing color!”
I'll never forget the way her whole face lit up when she looked at
me. A dark cloud was lifting for me
mentally and it was beginning to show in my appearance.
It
was a year later, and starting at a new job that I really updated my wardrobe
to include even more color such as a beautiful hot pink sweater with frilled
collar and buttons down the neck and only one black thing—a classic blouse with
tiny white polka dots and a pink ribbon at the waist—and I felt more confident,
standing in front of a room full of eyes in that wardrobe than I ever had
playing it safe with black.
We
all get stuck in these silly rules about how to dress, how to think, how the
world will perceive us, and pink has taken the brunt of silly fashion rules fallout. I can't even count how often
I've heard women say things like, “I can't wear dresses,” “Pink doesn't look
good on me,” “Ugh, too girly.” I promise that there is a shade of pink
that's right for everyone, it just takes time to find it. There's no shame in being a woman, which
means, there's no shame in being girly.
Be proud of your femininity. Embrace it!
You're just as competent in dusty rose as you are in olive drab, but if
wearing something beautiful makes you feel better about yourself, then
your ability to express that competence soars even higher. If you've been holding back on your inner
girly-girl, let her out. Let her
shine. Let her wear pink!
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