Janet's Blog

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I was at one point in my life quite fond of pink: I had a pink outfit that fluttered and made me feel like bubblegum, and hot pink snowboots, even though I lived where it hardly ever snowed. In recent years, I have eschewed the color as "girly," embarrassing, for the very young, and not NEARLY slimming enough. (I've seen a black tshirt that says, "I'm only wearing this until they come out with something darker.") I objected that pink was a color for girl babies, and that little girls are swathed and inundated with it from day one so that they have no choice but to be predisposed to it as a color.

I don't like having my choices made for me. However, I find my fondness for pink rekindled. It means something different now. It means strength, advocacy, awareness, and reminds me of the countless women I saw wearing the same hot pink shirt I was wearing at Race for the Cure. I didn't choose to be afflicted, but I can choose to stand up and say, "this is curable if caught early. Be aware and take care of yourself."

I still like blue better, but I find my disdain for the color of cotton candy, strawberry ice cream, and breast cancer awareness ribbons quite dissipated.

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