Taking self portraits is not my #1 photographic occupation- I never get the focus right, I always move, yadayadayada. However, I recently purchased a skirt from Anthropologie that I ADORE and, well… it swirls.
I’ve been obsessed with this skirt for a while (I even mentioned it here), though I was originally enamored of the green variety. However, I test drove both skirts (for sizing purposes) and just kept thinking about the pink.
Which was a problem.
I’ve been anti-pink for over a decade. For several years as a wee child, I did adore the color (and convinced my parents to paint my room pink), but soon adolescence hit and I reversed my opinion. It didn’t help that I found a few shades of pink turned my face into an orange if held in close proximity to me. As I matured, I also associated pink with the sickening ‘princess ideal’ that people keep forcing on little girls, and I wanted no part of it.
But I liked the skirt. And after careful consultation with my bestie and a few other folks, I determined that it was pretty asinine to NOT buy the skirt simply because I claimed not to like the color. You know, since I apparently DO like the color, at least on this skirt.
So, long story short, I have a pink skirt. It swirls. And I smile.