I Hate That I Love Pink
I hate that I love pink.
Flowers, kittens, and puppies. Baby animals. It annoys me that my whole room is pastels and stuffed animals and dolls. I hate that I don’t just love stark things.
And I have fairies lining my ceiling and crystals on my lacy curtains.
I love romances. That I like reading a good story about a couple falling in love—especially if some drama is involved.
Why does that bug me?
These are all normal things for a girl to love, aren’t they, after all? The things girls are supposed to love.
I guess that’s part of why I hate it. I want to be a super tomboy—but I can’t fit the tomboy stereotypes.
Yes, stereotypes are there for a reason—but people are people, not stereotypes, and they’re way more complicated than the average
You can be tough as nails and still love pink, playing with dolls, and reading romance novels.
The thing is, I have reasons I love romance and family drama and all that good feeling stuff. It’s because, well, I don’t naturally take time to process my emotions by myself … and reading and writing books really helps me with that.
I love playing with dolls because it was fun imagining being a mother someday, something that I’ve always wanted
(even though I doubt it’ll happen because marriage looks hard).
And I love pink because I love pink. Pink is cool.
I believe that everyone is different. There are tons of girls who are traditionally girly but don’t love pink.
Now, I would consider myself a bit of a tomboy. I love sports and the great outdoors and dogs. I’m not a fan of overthinking, prefer logic over emotion, and simple over complicated. Generally, I love “gross” things like bugs and frogs. I’m not afraid to get dirty. The smell of cow manure actually makes me happy. I have watched a calf I bottle-fed be shot, butchered, and then ate it—and it doesn’t bug me.
I don’t really care for emotions in the real world and find them bothersome, and I dislike when people bring up philosophy. Often I base my “instincts” off the real world and what I can touch and feel, not off random feelings which mean nothing.
People are more crazy and wonderful than a stereotype.
There are multiple sides to every person. I may just show you one of my sides … or maybe I’ll show you a lot of them!
I wrote this post for two reasons—first, to express my distaste for people telling me I’m girly because I love girly things (yeah, I’m pretty girly, but that’s not all there is to me—“no blood, no guts, no game”). And second, because I wanted to stretch my “intuitive side” (it doesn’t exist, haha) and see if I could write something more … abstract.
It’s not working, but oh well.
Basically, let people be who they are. Quit trying to box them up. You can be more than one stereotype, you can fit no stereotypes, or perhaps basically everything about you is girly-girl or a tomboy or a nerd.
That’s cool. Be you. Don’t let it be a competition—“who’s the most tomboyish?” or “who is the nerdiest?” That gives others the power to determine what you are as you try to be more like the stereotype and less like yourself.
There’s only one Being in this universe Who gets to say, “Hey, don’t be like that.” God.
Here’s one way of looking at it: I am naturally a very stubborn, independent person who doesn’t want to accept help from no one. That’s okay—some people are independent and stubbornness can be good as well as bad.
Now, if someone says, “You need to rely on people for everything because otherwise you won’t be fulfilled,” they’re wrong.
Independence doesn’t mean I have a fear of being controlled, necessarily or that I’m somehow emotionally scarred as some media likes to portray. It just means doing things by myself for myself is something that’s important to me.
I am an independent person, and God made me that way. It’s not a sin.
But there’s a flipside. God says, “Hey, Kell, you have to love on other people and support them, and sometimes I’m going to put people in your life to help you where you are helpless.”
In that case, it’s just my stubbornness keeping me from God’s best plans and gifts for me.
God doesn’t take away our individuality or stick us into a slot. He made us as different as spots on a giraffe or stripes on a zebra.
I used to think it was absolutely impossible that no two zebras would have the same stripe pattern. “Surely,” I thought, “we just haven’t discovered the two matching zebras that are out there.”
Nope. I now believe that God individually designs the stripes of a zebra’s hide to be different … and each of us is different in the same way.
Each of us are also tempted by sin in different ways because we are different in personalities and experience. But when God helps us move past our sin, He isn’t trying to move past that difference. The difference is God’s. The sin is just a blemish distorting our differences.
Now, I fear I’ve gone waaaaaayyyy too far in my efforts to be vaguely philosophical. But I just wanted to share some thoughts on individuality and true identity in Christ … and why I shouldn’t feel bad about loving pink.
How did this come up?
I was buying a case for my iPhone, I liked a rose-patterned one, but then I went, “Hold up—do you really want something that girly? Is that what you want people to think of you?”
No, it’s not—but it doesn’t matter. People will think what they will think. And, honestly, I don’t mind surprising people a little. “Yes, I do feel comfortable rolling around on the floor with this dog!” and “Of course I want to walk barefoot on this gravel road for half a mile.”
I thought I was pretty insusceptible to people’s opinions, but I guess not because I sure hesitated for a second. The other part, though, was, “can I live with myself if I buy that case?”
But … the case I was looking at was the wrong size, anyway. So. That was useless.
In conclusion, I shouldn’t hate that I love pink. I should just embrace it. It’s a color like any other, and people have favorite colors, and that’s cool.
I’m not any one type of person. There are some girly-girl stereotype things I hate with a passion—squealing, crushes, emotional outbursts, and sensitivity make up the top of the list—but others that I am able to embrace.
So be yourself. Everyone else doesn’t want to be you. 😉
If you’re female, would you consider yourself more of a girly-girl or a tomboy? Are there any “stereotypes” you’ve embraced – or ones you’d like to move away from? What are your thoughts on pink? Do you have a favorite color?