Being a feminist mum

Pink is my favourite colour. I think it always has been, and funny enough it is my son’s favourite colour as well. He likes it mainly because my hair is pink and it reminds him of me, but he is blissfully ignorant to the fact that pink is a colour that is also a statement, and not any statement, but one that defends one thing and the opposite at the same time. I have always been a so-called ‘girly girl’, I loved playing with dolls, princesses, I have watched every romantic comedy going and I know all Disney songs by heart so I guess pink was just in the bag with all those things, and I liked it. I like pink now as a shout against the narrow boxes of what girls need to look like and love, but also as reivindicacion that all those things are nothing to be ashamed of. Pink to me means the reinvention of what being a woman is, what being a feminist is and on top of it all I genuinely really like the colour.