Victoria Avaricio 

Why I Love Pink 

I see my favorite color everywhere, from the color of the sky when the sun sets to the 
rosy cheeks of my friend, pink. It is a color that has been my favorite since I first opened my 
eyes. 
Everything I owned was some shade of pink, magenta, blush, or rose. I twirled in frilly 
pink dresses, ate from pink plates and slept in pink bed sheets. Some people have a strong 
dislike for it: it is solely for empty headed, ditzy girls. Movies like ​Legally Blonde​ or ​Mean Girls 
perpetuated that stereotype of pink for me at a young age. I became ashamed of my love for 
pink around middle school. I wore blues, greens and reds hoping I would be fond with another 
color.   
But why was it that pink was only seen as a weak, feminine pigment? Other colors have 
such powerful meanings: red for blood and war, green for money and envy, blue for serenity or 
sadness. I saw pink the same way. It embodies countless symbols of joy, life, and prosperity. 
The color can be found in pink sapphire stones and sandy sea beaches. I see it in strawberry ice 
creams and milkshakes. It is even integrated in beautiful, exotic cultures. In Japan, the 
seasonal pink cherry blossoms bloom every spring, symbolizing a new and fresh beginning. In 
Andhra Pradesh, India, pink is loved because of the beautiful salmon color of the flamingoes 
that come to town. Pink has been wrongly represented and perceived, but there really is true 
beauty in everything pink.  
My favorite color has always been pink. For me, it captures the delight the world has to 
offer. I am reminded everyday how I fell in love with pink at sunset when the clouds resemble 
cotton candy, or at the sight of a lover delivering pink roses, or on a pin for breast cancer 
awareness. My earlier shame has further grown my love for it, and I have learned to 
appreciate its beauty so much more. Pink is love, euphoria, and life.