The Thing About Your Favorite Color
“The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but… reflected in her soul.” — Audrey Hepburn
If you looked at my closet a few years ago, you would have seen a clear storyline written in fabric.
As a little girl, pink was everything. It was bright, unapologetic, and completely wrapped up in how I saw the world. Then came the tomboy phase—the years where I pushed away anything remotely feminine, ditching pink as fast as I could to build a completely different identity. Eventually, I came full circle. I rediscovered pink, and with it, a deep reconnection to my feminine side and my childhood self. Pink became a soft space to land, a reminder of youth, playfulness, and simple comfort. Pink was my past, preserved in all its sweetness.
Lately, though, something in me has shifted. I find myself reaching past the pink and pulling toward purple instead. To me, purple feels like a threshold. It holds onto that underlying femininity and youth, but it carries a different weight entirely. Purple feels womanly, confident, and sexy. If pink is the color of my childhood, purple is the color of my transition into womanhood.
Right now, I’m standing right at the edge of a major shift. I’m a high school senior, graduation is just around the corner, and I’ll be off to college in the fall. I can genuinely feel myself changing day by day. I’m maturing, growing up, and stepping into a brand-new season of life. Purple reflects exactly how that feels: still young, still deeply connected to who I am, but no longer a child.
Pink will always hold a permanent place in my heart—it represents where I came from and the girl I used to be. But purple? Purple represents my future, my independence, and the woman I’m stepping into
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