"Is it a girl or a boy?"

The colour came out pink, and there I was within a blink.

I grew up with Barbie dolls, dressed in pastels.

I got excited on the beach when I found a pink shell.

Then came school, first grade.

Girls were like, "Who likes pink? It's so girly."

And with that, I made a huge mistake.

From then on, my favourite colours changed.

It went from blue to red, to gold, to a wide range.

Because the thought of being seen as a "girly girl, who likes pink," I did not appreciate.

It went to such a large extent of trying not to be seen as a "weak, girly girl" that I'd cried when my mum bought me pink pillows.

Nowadays, my laptop case, pencil case, and bottle are pink.

My room has pink posters all over, and it's funny as I still have those pink pillows.

I smile when I see pink roses.

My candles are mostly pink and I blow them out with gentle wishes.

I get all giddy when my friend lends me her pink stapler.

I feel extra happy when I put on pink lipgloss, even though to some, it's nothing major.

Taylor Swift once said, "I want to wear pink and tell you how I feel about politics."

Now, I know what she meant.

Embracing femininity doesn't mean you're weaker or detested.

It means you embrace yourself and stay strong-willed.

Because you can wear glitter and be a lawyer.

You can wrestle with pink nail polish.

You can wear a dress and debate.

You can smile and stand up for what matters.

You can be a person who loves pink and be strong at the same time.

I love pink.