She was an energetic, dreamy girl who loved crafts, art, colors, and imagination. She used to be unique in every way — especially in her own style. She loved experimenting with different hairstyles and wore whatever made her feel radiant and comfortable. And yes, she wore a lot of pink.

But one day, after many long, dark, wintery nights (and by that, I mean heartbreak, bullying, and silent suffering), she lost her voice — in a world dominated by control, silence, and male power. She lost her spark at a very young age. One morning, she woke up and threw everything away. All the colors in her closet faded into different shades of black.

She wanted to become invisible. And from that moment on, she hated pink.

Pink became the symbol of everything she felt was wrong in the world she lived in:

“Be more feminine.”

“Be more girly.”

“Obey.”

“Don’t speak loudly.”

“Don’t sit like that.”

“Don’t wear that.”

“Don’t dream too big.”

“Learn how to cook if you want a husband.”

“Learn how to clean, or you’ll end up alone.”

“Be this.”

“Do that.”

She internalized it all — and shaped it in her mind as the color pink.

And over the years, that hate settled. Her closet became all black.

But one day, at the age of 30, she woke up and craved something pink.

And that meant she was healing.

She realized she never truly hated pink. She hated what pink had come to represent. The color was innocent. The meaning attached to it wasn’t.

She was healing. And she bought her first pink shirt at 30.

What I’ve learned is this:

People can change. Our ideals can shift — if we’re brave enough to dig deep and explore the roots of our pain, our rage, and the symbols we’ve attached to them.

That girl has healed. That girl is healing.

That girl… is me.

And healing is a beautiful journey — no matter how hard it is to get there.

Because in the end, hating pink was never about the color.

It was a metaphor — a placeholder for the pain, the conditioning, the trauma I carried for years. A defense I built so strongly that I believed it was part of my identity. But it wasn’t me — it was a trauma response, not my truth.

If I can wear pink again,

you can heal too.#healingjourney #innerchildhealing #reclaimyourself #fromtraumatotruth #Breakthecycle #MentalHealth