As a kid, I was named “The Pink Lady” for my skillfully coordinated ensemble. I had the works: pink dress with pink frills, pink shoes with pink socks, pink ribbons to decorate my pigtails and it wouldn't have been complete without pink undies. This of course, was the work of my mommy dearest. So, I sucked up any dignity a 5 year old could have at that age and swore that when I was old enough, I would swear off pink for all eternity. And so, I have. And this…I guess…is the outcome of my years of humiliation and shame.
Some people wonder why I choose to wear black most of the time. Some try to psychoanalyze the whole act as a sign of a Goth truly disturbed. While others think its due to my excessive lack of self-confidence.
Seriously, though, I never thought about it. I always just thought that I looked more pleasing in black. It hides those unwanted bulges and matches with pretty much everything. Can’t it be as simple as that?