POWER OF PINK
Pink Is My New Personality: A Journey Back to Joy
For so long, I stayed away from pink.
A Pink SPIDERMAN SHIRT, I MEAN… .TAKE MY MONEY!!!!
Not because I didn’t like it. In fact, I loved it — always have. But somewhere along the way, I was programmed to believe that as a mother of boys, pink didn’t belong in my world anymore. That having pink in my home, in my décor, in my life, would somehow reflect poorly on them. That it would make them “soft” or “confused” or whatever nonsense society has tried to project onto a simple, beautiful color.
It’s crazy when you really think about it: how society has compartmentalized, politicized, and even weaponized a color.
Pink — soft, gentle, joyful —
has been boxed into the narrowest corner of what it’s “supposed” to mean. But who decided that? And why did I let that thinking steal something that brought me happiness?
The truth is, I spent years stripping myself of small joys because I thought it was what a “good boy mom” should do. I neutralized my spaces. I muted my own preferences. I convinced myself that avoiding pink was about creating an environment where my sons could feel “at home” — but really, it was about living under invisible rules written by a society obsessed with outdated ideas of masculinity.
But no more.
These days, pink is not just a color I embrace — it’s practically my new personality.
It’s in my candles, my throw pillows, my artwork, my mugs, my pajamas. It’s woven into the very fabrics of the spaces I call home. Pink has become a visible declaration of my healing. It represents softness, gentleness, calm, joy — everything I want to embody and radiate, not only for myself but for my family too.
GETTING MY KITCHEN PINK IS THE GOAL. Starting SMALL. HOW CUTE IS THIS RICE COOKER!!
The most beautiful part?
My sons aren’t confused or bothered by it at all. In fact, they enjoy seeing me light up. They enjoy the cozy, peaceful environments I create — ones filled with warmth and comfort, often tinted in beautiful shades of pink. They see me happy, and in turn, they feel that happiness, too.
They’re learning something far deeper than color associations: that joy has no gender. That home is meant to feel good, look good, and be a reflection of everyone inside it. They’re learning that healing sometimes looks like a pastel pink blanket, or a strawberry
-scented candle, or a bubblegum-hued notebook where dreams are scribbled into existence.
And this October, and every October (my Birthday Month!!!).
I’m celebrating it even more.
All month long, I’ll be sharing my “Pink Power Purchases” — little (and big) things that remind me it’s okay to reclaim joy, to honor the parts of myself that once got tucked away for the sake of what I thought I was supposed to be. I’ll be showing the pink that’s made its way back into my world, and how it’s helped me rewrite the rules in my home and in my heart.
If you take anything away from my story, I hope it’s this:
Joy is never something you have to justify.
Color is never something you have to apologize for.
And pink — or whatever shade speaks to your soul — belongs exactly where you want it to be.
Here’s to soft spaces, healed hearts, and a life painted with everything that brings us peace.