Fun fact time: many of my old acquaintances still make joking comments whenever they see me wearing pink, because as a child (and honestly pretty much right up to high school) I would refuse to associate with any pink objects.
It wasn’t because I didn’t like pink, it was because since I appeared female I was supposed to/ it was immediately assumed that I did and therefore it pissed me the ever-loving fuck off. I was ashamed to like it, which is terrible because pink is an awesome color. But when you shove it down young girls throats it gets really old, really fast.
Give the child the fucking rainbow, and if they pick pink, it’s not because they are female and/or effeminate, it’s because they like the color pink.
I did the same thing- all through middle and high school, I abjectly refused to wear it. I had pink clothes in elementary school and loved it, but I didn’t wear any from age twelve to age seventeen. Even now, my mother us surprised whenever she sees me wearing some, because she remembers me hating it.
same same same! i went through a period where it felt like wearing pink felt like subscribing to a shitty-ass prescription of what female/feminine/etc. was and i resented it so hard
