"When I was a little girl, I hated the color pink. I never really had a reason for it either— I just knew that being a girl meant pink and being a boy meant blue. So my favorite color was green; as gender neutral as they come. It’s not like I wanted to avoid my ‘girliness.’ I just didn’t like people telling me what I could like and what I couldn’t like. I wasn’t allowed to like blue because I wasn’t a boy? I was going to like blue. I needed to love pink just because I was a girl? Then I had to hate it while secretly loving it… …and hating that I loved it. It’s funny how much things have changed. I’ve retained my stubbornness, but embraced my love for pink. While the first of October marks Halloween, pumpkin lattes, and sweater weather for some, it is a day that, for the last eight years, have marked another year gone by since my aunt succumbed to stage IV breast cancer. Ironic, that she passed on the first day of October since October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month— a month where the entire country is draped in pink. She always had a flare for the dramatic. And now, each October, I wear my pink proudly for her, and for the many. It’s funny, how much I love the color pink now. And you know, I’m glad, that a color like pink was chosen to represent something as deadly as breast cancer. So when I look back, I won’t see the black and brown bruises collecting down her spine; only pink. Warmth and blush and pink hibiscus flowers— her favorite. I miss you Aunt Khanh; I miss you everyday" I WILL MAKE HER FAMOUS BECAUSE SHE BRINGS ME TO TEARS.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 06:15:02 +0000
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