pink saved me.

my- no, our girlhood.

intriguing, complex but simultaneously simple.

we were girls together, i say

and there is nothing more soul-touchingly intimate

nothing more revealing,

more vulnerable than us in our girlhood.

those facetious giggles, an essence of our being

lipgloss smiles and chipped nails -

an attempt at our armour, a pieced fragment

because ive never felt braver than in pink sparkles.

oh back when

rejecting pink,

"im tougher, im different" i used to say,

a secret smile at being better at

_______ ??? (what am i better at?)

just better, i thought.

but pink embraced me,

warm-welcomed me.

so forgive my exuberance,

my laughter echoing through our shared spaces, 

forgive the smudged makeup,

the chaos of annotated books,

the ribbons and jewels adorning my world,

forgive me if my girlhood is easier to swallow with a little fairy dust..