It is only now, as an adult, that I look back at my hatred of pink in childhood and see it for what it was: a kind of self-hatred of my gender, or of what society’s expectation of my gender was. I grew up in a time when “girly” was frequently thrown around as an insult. It was made very clear to me: being a girl was not something to be celebrated.
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